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.,-;=§@£@# Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    #@£@§=;-,.
..,-;=§@£@ Grains There Are Calls From Other        @£@§=;-,..
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.....,-;=§ Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    §=;-,.....
....,-;=§@ But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   @§=;-,....
...,-;=§@£ That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   £@§=;-,...
..,-;=§@£@ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         @£@§=;-,..
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...,-;=§@£ And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   £@§=;-,...
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.,-;=§@£@# It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I    #@£@§=;-,.
..,-;=§@£@ Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     @£@§=;-,..
...,-;=§@£ Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        £@§=;-,...
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....,-;=§@ Evaporating And Reforming.               @§=;-,....
...,-;=§@£ And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     £@§=;-,...
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