| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - She knows me much better than I do, Her eyes are like those of a lynx, Though how she discovers my secrets Is a riddle would puzzle a sphynx, On fair days, when we go out walking, If ladies look at me askance, In the most harmless way, I assure you, My wife give me, oh! such a glance, And says all these insults you will rue, man, Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
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