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§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨                                          §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨¨¨¨¨§§§                                          ¨§§¨§§§¨§¨
§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨§                                          §¨§§¨¨§§§¨
¨§¨¨¨§§¨§§ there's   a   maiden    on   the   hill. §§¨§¨§¨¨§§
§§¨¨§¨§§¨§                                          ¨§§§§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§§§¨§§§ grey ceramics,  overshowered with  moss, §¨¨¨¨§§§§¨
§§§¨¨§§¨¨¨ stretching     toward    the    horizon. §¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨
¨¨§¨§¨§¨¨¨                                          §¨¨§§¨¨§§§
¨§§§§§§¨¨§ 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.                ¨¨§§¨¨¨§¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨§¨§¨¨§§¨§
¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨¨§