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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. @¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨@@@¨¨¨@¨ ¨¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨@¨@@¨¨¨¨ 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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