| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I robbed the night of my love, I stole her from the clog of dreamsFar into the quiet woods with birdsBeside a chilly running streamThe moonlight revealed her dazzling faceSo gleaming than a starlit night skyAs she lay cuddled in my arms, Her soft lips whispered her heart to meHer smile stills my tempest Her words are like music to my earsI wish that moment was eternalThat she would be in my arms forev
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