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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.                ,,-*%%§#@@
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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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