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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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