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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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^~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ She'S Cozy And Strong On The Crest ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~^
~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ With Her Sheep. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~
-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ And Noone Else Is Around. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-
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^~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ On The Sea Of Foam. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~^
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¤§^~-¨¨¨¨¨ Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. ¨¨¨¨¨-~^§¤
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