| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - is always wavering,Come here, gone another,Cold and heartless, never favoring,There is a secret that she holds,A mirror to the past for you to see,Always out of a finger tip's brush,Only to gaze on, you and me,Never her stories can be told,Moroi does not share with mortals,Under her glitter she makes us all hush,Iannic had wanted to catch Moroi,His procedures weren't ethical,Into the depths he cha
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