| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - holding hands into the nightThe starships align in a billowing constellation of gravity and shimmer down on the firefly-studded cities below.the rain brings sweet whispers of hushed voices in the night, when the tires squeal against oil and someone realizes that they love someone, too.There is a day when the cacophony of chitchat is cloaked in chocolate and lined in velvet, and nights are reserved
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