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.....@.... There'S A Maiden On The Hill. @....@.@@.
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@......@.. Grey Ceramics, Overshowered With Moss, ..@....@.@
@@......@. Stretching Toward The Horizon. ...@.....@
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.@@@...... She Moves Her Feet. @....@....
.@.@@..... The Patch Is Wet. @@....@...
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...@.@@... An Island In The Clouds, .@@@....@.
.....@@@.. She'S Cozy And Strong On The Crest .@.@@....@
@....@.@@. With Her Sheep. ...@@@....
.@.....@@@ And Noone Else Is Around. @..@.@@...
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...@.....@ 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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