| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The strings kicked in and Nancy's honey voice crooned:Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring,My summer wine is really made from all these things . . .and then Lee came in with his baritone borderline growl:My boots had silver spurs that jingle-jangled toA tune that I had only sung to just a fewA song that hinted at so much more than it said, especially to a pubescent kid with a vivid
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