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