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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. ¨#¨#¨##¨##
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨¨#¨¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨##
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨¨#¨¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨##
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨¨#¨¨#