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@¨¨@¨¨¨@¨¨ THERE'S   A   MAIDEN   ON    THE   HILL. @¨@¨¨@@¨@¨
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@@¨@¨@¨@¨@ GREY  CERAMICS,  OVERSHOWERED WITH MOSS, ¨¨@@@@¨¨¨¨
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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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