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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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