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§%%%**^~~¨ there's   a   maiden   on   the    hill. ¨~~^**%%%§
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##¶§%*^~~¨ grey ceramics, overshowered  with  moss, ¨~~^*%§¶##
###¶%*^~~¨ stretching    toward    the     horizon. ¨~~^*%¶###
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###¶§*^~~¨ she moves her feet.                      ¨~~^*§¶###
###§%*^~~¨            the patch is wet.             ¨~~^*%§###
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##¶§%*^~~¨ an island in the clouds,                 ¨~~^*%§¶##
§%^^^^~¨¨¨ she's  cozy  and  strong  on  the  crest ¨¨¨~^^^^%§
##¶§%*^~~¨ with her sheep.                          ¨~~^*%§¶##
##¶§%*^~~¨ and noone else is around.                ¨~~^*%§¶##
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#¶§%%*^~~¨ as her feet move her  hazily forward she ¨~~^*%%§¶#
¶§**^~~~¨¨ looks around,  and spots  another island ¨¨~~~^**§¶
###§%*^~~¨ on the sea of foam.                      ¨~~^*%§###
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¶§%^~~~¨¨¨ stops     mid-stride.    she     frowns. ¨¨¨~~~^%§¶
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