| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I have written this day down in my heart As the sweetest day in the season; From all of the others I have set it apart--- But I will not tell you the reason, That is my secret---I must not tell; But the skies are soft and tender, And never before, I know full well, Was the earth so full of splendour.I sing at my labour the whole day long, And my heart is as light as a feather; And there is a reason
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