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¨¨¨¨^-§&&§                                          §&&§-^¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨-§&&&@                                          @&&&§-¨¨¨¨
¨^-\§§@### 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. §§§-¨¨¨¨¨¨
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