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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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