| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The elder sister , the sea is your tearsIf it is, then the seagulls everyday I hover in your sad sky, with my white feather painting your heart, it scattered in the sea that is rock, is an island and flowers!By the sea, you do not know meRock Island is I, is I -- I on your waiting is so humble!But I know you sweet sorrow: you are the flowers he, he lets you is he let you live in the seaYou said it
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