| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Like other days, It happened again, That time he hid himself, Behind the door, He was looking everything, Papa beat mama brutally, He beat her a lotas she became senseless, Papa then seized mama's throat, The poor lady made no protest, He saw his papa throttled mama, Then hang her with the ceiling fan, And went out from room, Shouted loudly and cried out, There was a joy behind his tears, He saw t
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