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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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