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¤¨¨¤¤¨¨¤¤¤ there's a maiden on the hill. ¨¤¤¤¨¨¤¨¨¤
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¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¨¨¨ grey ceramics, overshowered with moss, ¤¨¨¨¤¤¤¤¤¤
¤¤¤¤¤¤¨¨¤¤ stretching toward the horizon. ¨¨¤¨¨¤¤¤¤¤
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¤¤¤¤¨¨¤¤¨¨ she moves her feet. ¤¤¤¤¤¨¨¤¤¤
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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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