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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.             ##&%*--¨¨¨
¨¨--*%&###                                          ###&%*--¨¨
¨--*%&#### 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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