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§§¨¨§¨§¨¨§ there's    a   maiden   on   the   hill. ¨§¨§§¨¨§¨¨
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§§§§§¨¨¨§§ 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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§§§¨§¨¨¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨