| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Once, so the legend goes, there were a race of beautiful fiery-eyed children who heard the clarion-call of a new and brighter age; and buoyed by the prosperity wrest by their fathers from the hands of evil and intolerance, these children went out into the world, fornicating in the mud and singing in the fields and disappearing into the East to return with spicy-scented skerricks of timeless truth.
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