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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 -                                 ,^«:†¤####
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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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