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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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