| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - There is a bar on my head There is a cross for my bed There is my heart in my hand There is my stick in the sand Here where the world starts spinning roundTake a ride and you will feel what you have never found Here when the stars start fading outYou hear the angels laughing without a sound Welcome to the beautifulThe BeautifulThe Beautiful The BeautifulShe sits hereFar away In my breastIn my grace She is
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