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§§§¨¨¨§§¨§ 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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