¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨ There'S    A   Maiden   On   The   Hill. §¨§¨§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨ 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. §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨§¨§