| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - In the dark, dark Writers keep writing what they write Somewhere another pretty vein just died I have got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see That you???re the antidote to everything except for me, me A constellation of tears on your lashes Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes In the end everything collides My childhood spat back out the monster that you see My songs know what
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