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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.                      ¨¨¨¨-«^%@#
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«-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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