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@&%~~~~~.. ..~~~~~%&@
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&*†~~..... There'S A Maiden On The Hill. .....~~†*&
#@@&*%†~~. .~~†%*&@@#
@@@&*%†~~. Grey Ceramics, Overshowered With Moss, .~~†%*&@@@
#@@&*%†~~. Stretching Toward The Horizon. .~~†%*&@@#
@&&&*%†~~. .~~†%*&&&@
@&*†~..... 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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