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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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