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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.                      ...:=††%##
#%%%==....             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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