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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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