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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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..@.....@. Looks Around, And Spots Another Island @@....@...
...@.....@ On The Sea Of Foam. .@@....@..
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.....@.... Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. .@.@@....@
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