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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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