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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   @@,,,@,@@,
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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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