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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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