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¨¨§§§§§¨§¨                                          ¨¨§§§§§§§¨
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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. §¨¨¨§¨§§§§
§¨§§§¨¨§§¨                                          §¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨
§§¨¨§¨§¨§§                                          §¨§¨¨§¨¨¨§
¨§¨§§§§§¨§                                          §§§¨§§¨¨§¨
§§§¨¨¨¨§§§                                          ¨¨§§¨§¨§§¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨§                                          ¨§¨§§§§¨§§