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