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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. &*:-......
..-:*&&### 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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.......-*& 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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