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,,.=†%§&@#            # #===========# #             #@&§%†=.,,
,,,.=†%§&@     ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #    @&§%†=.,,,
,,,,.=†%§&             # #===========# #            &§%†=.,,,,
,,,.=†%§&@                                          @&§%†=.,,,
,,.=†%§&@# Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    #@&§%†=.,,
,.=†%§&@## Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ##@&§%†=.,
,,.=†%§&@# Grains There Are Calls From Other        #@&§%†=.,,
,,,.=†%§&@ Worlds -                                 @&§%†=.,,,
,,,,.=†%§&                                          &§%†=.,,,,
,,,.=†%§&@ Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    @&§%†=.,,,
,,.=†%§&@# But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   #@&§%†=.,,
,.=†%§&@## That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ##@&§%†=.,
,,.=†%§&@# Me With Someone Elses Excitement         #@&§%†=.,,
,,,.=†%§&@                                          @&§%†=.,,,
,,,,.=†%§& The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  &§%†=.,,,,
,,,.=†%§&@ A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   @&§%†=.,,,
,,.=†%§&@# Pick Up                                  #@&§%†=.,,
,.=†%§&@##                                          ##@&§%†=.,
,,.=†%§&@#                                          #@&§%†=.,,
,,,.=†%§&@ And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   @&§%†=.,,,
,,,,.=†%§& In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     &§%†=.,,,,
,,,.=†%§&@ It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I    @&§%†=.,,,
,,.=†%§&@# Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     #@&§%†=.,,
,.=†%§&@## Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ##@&§%†=.,
,,.=†%§&@# Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               #@&§%†=.,,
,,,.=†%§&@ But Like A Mirage, Constantly            @&§%†=.,,,
,,,,.=†%§& Evaporating And Reforming.               &§%†=.,,,,
,,,.=†%§&@ And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     @&§%†=.,,,
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