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*%*~:¨¨¨¨¨ there's    a   maiden   on   the   hill. ¨¨¨¨¨:~*%*
£*%*~:¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨:~*%*£
¶£*%*~:¨¨¨ 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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