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¨¨¨¨¨¨~††# SHE MOVES HER FEET.                      #††~¨¨¨¨¨¨
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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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¨^~*†$#### STOPS     MID-STRIDE.     SHE    FROWNS. ####$†*~^¨
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