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§¨¨§§§¨¨¨§ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨§§¨¨§¨¨§¨
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¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨§ 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     ¨¨¨§§¨§§§¨
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§§¨¨¨§¨§¨¨ Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        §¨¨§§§§¨¨¨
¨§¨¨§§§§¨¨ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               §¨§¨¨¨§¨¨§
§§¨§¨¨¨§¨¨ But Like A Mirage, Constantly            §§§¨¨§§¨§§
¨§§§¨¨§§¨¨ Evaporating And Reforming.               ¨¨§¨§¨§§¨¨
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