| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Then an eerie song, sung by the soldiers, reached my ears, the song of the dead.Silent night, frozen nightPrisoners quake at the sightCaptors come with theirWhips and their knives will not be peaceUntil one of us dies...The song faded away as the soldiers disappeared over the top of a hill, and as they went I realised that every one of the soldiers was a man I had once known, and that had been kille
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