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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.             §¨§§¨§¨§¨§
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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.                §¨¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§§¨§¨§§¨§                                          §¨§§¨§¨§¨§
¨¨§¨§¨¨§¨§ 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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