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