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#%†^¨¨¨¨¨¨ there's    a   maiden   on   the   hill. ¨¨¨¨¨¨^†%#
##@#%††«^¨                                          ¨^«††%#@##
@#†††«««^¨ grey ceramics,  overshowered with  moss, ¨^«««†††#@
##@#%††«^¨ stretching    toward     the    horizon. ¨^«††%#@##
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@@%††«««^¨ 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.                      ¨¨¨¨^†††#@
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#%†«^^¨¨¨¨ stops     mid-stride.    she     frowns. ¨¨¨¨^^«†%#
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