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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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