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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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