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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. ¨§¨¨§¨§§§§
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