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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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¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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