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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.                      .#..####.#
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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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