| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ttle way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments.I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for company.To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.And then it came to me, that so was death, A little way away from everywhere.There is a thing in me still dreams of trees, But let it go.
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