| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - his moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.I am that madman in bonds who binds the 'divs'; I, the madman,am a Solomon with the 'divs', by your soul.Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart, by your soul.Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departscomes back; neither you are that, by my soul, nor I am that
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