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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. .&.&&.&&.&
&..&.&...& &&&&.&&.&&
.&.&&&&..& ....&&.&&.
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