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§^^~:..... 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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