| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - So strange it seems to me, so new To have such shame between us two, I dare not hold this Mador true Nor false, because his words ran thro' My blood with all the shame they drew And burnt me to the bone; I knew That some such tale would be For all these years she grew more fair, More sweet her low sweet speeches were, More long and heavy grew her hair, Not such as other women wear; But ever as I l
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