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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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