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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.                §¨¨¨¨¨¨§§§
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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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¨§§§§§¨¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨§¨¨