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.......... Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ..........
.........: Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    :.........
........:= Grains There Are Calls From Other        =:........
.......:=† Worlds -                                 †=:.......
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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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..:=†%@§£# The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  #£§@%†=:..
...:=†%@§£ A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   £§@%†=:...
....:=†%@§ Pick Up                                  §@%†=:....
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.......:=† 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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