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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.                      #¶§@§/=:..
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....:=/§@§ stops     mid-stride.    she     frowns. §@§/=:....
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