| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Good days, bad days, I have had a few of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I am not so sure, Nothing's in it is place, nothing's certain anymore, Birds fly, trees sway, why can not I be like that?Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?But truth has been obscured, I am only human and I am always wanting... more.Oh, the world is a place and they say it is on o
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