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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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