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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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