| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - in...But, home is a feeling i buried in you...I am all right, I am all right...It only hurts when I breathe...I am all right I am all right...It only hurts when I breathe...My window through which nothing hides,and everything sings...I am counting the signs,and cursing the miles in between....Home is a feeling I buried in you...That I buried in you....I am all right, I am all right...It only hurts when I
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