| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Brown is the color of the autumn leaves When the winter comes to the barren trees There is birth, there is death, there is a plan And there is just one God, and there is just one man That can give us life, that can make us grow That can make our sins as white as snow That can give us life, that can make us grow That can turn our mornings into gold.
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