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@¨@@¨@¨@¨@ There'S   A   Maiden   On    The   Hill. ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@¨@ Grey  Ceramics, Overshowered With  Moss, ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨@¨@ Stretching    Toward    The     Horizon. ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
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@¨¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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.                ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
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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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