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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.             ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
@@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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.                      ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
@@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Stops     Mid-Stride.    She     Frowns. ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
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