| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - you made my heart melt.I just hope that it is not too late.There is a rush that I feel in my headEvery time I am caught in your stare.Though, I wish you could hold me instead,I will be happy if you are always there.I do not know how to make you believeThat I am still on the end of the line.If I just got my heart on my sleeve,Then I know that I could make you mine.
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