¨&¨¨&&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&&&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&&¨¨&&&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ there's a maiden on the hill. &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ grey ceramics, overshowered with moss, &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ stretching toward the horizon. &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ she moves her feet. &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ the patch is wet. &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ 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. &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ &¨¨&¨&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨&¨