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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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