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....^\\$¤¤ There'S A Maiden On The Hill. ¤¤$\\^....
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.^»\§$¤@@# 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. #@@¤$§\»^.
...^\\§¤¤@ @¤¤§\\^...
.....»\$¤@ As Her Feet Move Her Hazily Forward She @¤$\».....
.^»\§$¤@@# Looks Around, And Spots Another Island #@@¤$§\»^.
.^^^^»§$@@ On The Sea Of Foam. @@$§»^^^^.
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.^»\§¤@@## Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. ##@@¤§\»^.
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