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