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@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨ There'S   A    Maiden   On   The   Hill. @¨@@¨@¨@¨¨
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨                                          @¨¨@¨@¨@¨@
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨ Grey  Ceramics,  Overshowered With Moss, @¨@@¨@¨@¨¨
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨ Stretching     Toward    The    Horizon. @¨¨@¨@¨@¨@
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨                                          @¨@@¨@¨@¨¨
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨ 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.                      @¨¨@¨@¨@¨@
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨                                          @¨@@¨@¨@¨¨
@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨ Stops     Mid-Stride.    She     Frowns. @¨¨@¨@¨@¨@
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