| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ng companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?***Leaves of Grass - Poem of The Child That Went Forth, and Always Goes Forth, Forever and Forever (by Walter Walt Whitman | 1819--1892)THERE was a child went forth every day,And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dre
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