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¨¨§¨§§§§¨§ there's   a    maiden   on   the   hill. ¨§¨§§§¨¨§§
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§¨¨§¨¨§¨¨§ grey ceramics,  overshowered  with moss, ¨¨§¨§§§§§§
§¨§§¨§§¨§¨ stretching    toward    the     horizon. ¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
§§¨§§¨§§§§                                          §¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§
¨§§¨§§¨¨¨§ 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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