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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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