| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Sometimes having this illness feels like this:There was a time when men were kind,And their voices were soft,And their words inviting.There was a time when love was blind,And the world was a song,And the song was exciting.There was a time when it all went wrong...I dreamed a dream in time gone by,When hope was high and life, worth living.I dreamed that love would never die,I dreamed that God would
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