&¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨¨&
&&¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨ &¨&&¨¨&¨¨&
¨&&¨¨¨¨&¨¨ &¨&&&¨¨&¨&
¨&&&¨¨¨¨&¨ &¨&¨&&¨¨¨¨
¨&¨&&¨¨¨¨& &¨¨¨&&&¨¨¨
¨¨¨&&&¨¨¨¨ 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. &&¨¨¨¨&¨&&
&¨¨¨¨¨¨&&& ¨&&¨¨¨¨¨&&
&&¨¨¨¨¨&¨& ¨&&&¨¨¨¨&¨
&&&¨¨¨¨¨¨& ¨&¨&&¨¨¨¨¨
&¨&&¨¨¨¨¨& ¨¨¨&&&¨¨¨¨
¨¨&&&¨¨¨¨¨ &¨¨&¨&&¨¨¨