| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - re's gentle touch.Blistered now and breathing hard,the World becomes prepared to start.Old friends die and live and breathe,in tattoos laughed at on our sleeves.But where is there to be a line drawn,in seldom static sand, I would rather see castles.Now comes the time to forget hairs cutalong with distant places we used to live in.There was a day that made things simplethat kissed the ground and made i
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