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§§§¨¨§¨§§§ there's    a   maiden   on   the   hill. ¨¨§§¨§¨¨§§
¨¨§¨§§§¨¨§                                          ¨§¨§§§¨§¨¨
¨§§§¨¨§¨§§ grey ceramics, overshowered  with  moss, §§§¨¨§§§¨¨
§¨¨§¨§§§¨¨ stretching     toward    the    horizon. ¨¨§¨§¨¨§¨¨
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§§¨¨§¨§§¨§ she moves her feet.                      §¨¨¨§§¨§§¨
¨§¨§§§¨§§¨            the patch is wet.             §¨¨§¨§§¨§§
§§§¨¨§§¨§§                                          §¨§§§¨§§¨§
¨¨§¨§¨§§¨¨ 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.                      §§¨¨¨¨§¨§§
¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨                                          ¨§¨¨¨§§§¨§
¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨ stops    mid-stride.     she     frowns. §§¨¨§¨¨§§§
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