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¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨ THERE'S   A   MAIDEN   ON   THE    HILL. ¨###¨¨#¨##
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##¨¨#¨##¨¨ AN ISLAND IN THE CLOUDS,                 ¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨#
¨##¨¨¨###¨ SHE'S  COZY  AND  STRONG  ON  THE  CREST ¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨#
¨###¨¨#¨## WITH HER SHEEP.                          #¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨
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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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