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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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