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