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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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