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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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