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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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