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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.                      ..####.##.
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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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