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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.            ....^«*†¤§
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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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