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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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