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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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