| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - While you were grieving for love goneI was pouring us a cup of tea so warmYou are freshly free but still feeling soreit is much too soon to confess my wantsBut on our drive around old streetsAnd then the short walk with your new dogI saw my future...As you showed me around the house you boughtAs we sat and talked of memories so lovingI saw my future...There is a fire in you and I can feel itThere is
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