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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. .&.&&....&
&...&..&.& ...&&&....
.&...&...& Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. ...&.&&...
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