| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - nd I hold my hands to the sky lord I pray and wonder why and now I hold a thought in my hand I let it go cause I thought you might understand and now I see the way you look at me well I guess the thought would have been better left with me and then I see at the count of three You are already running away from me You let it go in hopes to show there is a chance for it to grow and now I find some piec
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