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¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ¨§§§¨¨§¨¨§
§¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨§¨§§¨¨§¨¨
¨§¨¨§¨¨¨§¨ Worlds -                                 ¨¨¨§§§¨¨§¨
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¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨¨ 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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¨¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨ 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.               ¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨§
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