| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - he is no life.At least not for me.LUCY KAPLANSKYStill LifeSadness is a little boy looking Out the window high above the city, Counting statues of people on the buildings, Thinking that the people are forever, He wants his father to be a statue, On the rooftop of his fatherless home, So that he can always see him, So that he will never leave him, Late at night in the darkness of his dreaming, His
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