| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - have heard you sing,And The lads when I was a lad were none so feared of a king.And of what account is an hour, when the heart is empty of guile?But come, and sit in the house and laugh with the women awhile;And I will but drop my hook, and behold! the dinner made.So Tamatea the pliable hung up his fish in the shadeOn a tree by the side of the way; and Rahero carried him in,Smiling as smiles th
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