| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I offer but a frown,To this poor man's soul.And to You I will also,Extend my pity upon You, you ghastly Thing,The Thing that owns this poor man's soul.How could You leash this soul of his,And offer him to strangers such as myself,Not worrying what might become of his,Very inner working and soul?What kind of person might You be?Said the Man In Gold.I now see clearly what You say,I might tell you h
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