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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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