| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ON this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life.None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?Where the branches throw a deep shade, there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening and flies away in the morning, and says not a word of that which it means.None tell me of this bird that sings within me.It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither fo
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