| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Fairy tales do not exist.There was a time when I still felt like singing,Before fairytale dreams were crushed in your fist.But that was before I was broken.Oh god, please take me back to snow-white innocence.I banish the thought before it can be spoken,So no one will see me hiding behind this fence.How can you touch meWith this filthy soul of mine.But you have never seen the beauty of the sea,Or the
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