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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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