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,,~†*@§###    ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #     ###§@*†~,,
,,~†*§####             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ####§*†~,,
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,,~†*@§### Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ###§@*†~,,
,,,,~~†@§# Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    #§@†~~,,,,
,,~†*@§### Grains There Are Calls From Other        ###§@*†~,,
,,,,,,,~*§ Worlds -                                 §*~,,,,,,,
,,~†*§####                                          ####§*†~,,
,,,,,†*@§# 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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