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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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