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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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