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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ there's   a   maiden    on   the   hill. ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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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