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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. @#¤&^^-^..
.^-^^&¤#@# #@#¤&^^-^.
..^-^^&¤#@ Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. @#¤&^^-^..
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