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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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