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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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