| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - To all who are alone at night:As shadows of the moon floatsilently across my bedI fear to trust myself to sleep,surrender thoughts within my head.To dream 'ere Aphrodite's gaze would render my desiresa futile and a fruitless cause.A pillar of silence sighs...But then a voice sings in my head 'Dream gently, on and on, those dreams, your aching heart will sootheAnd soothing is a kind of love, when a
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