| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Along came misery with its stone cold silenceBereaved hearts long encased in an iron shell, if only to fend offThe cold gun in their hands and the ledge of the roof in front of themIf there is a Heaven waiting for us to see our loved ones,Let our death be hastened.But the body hesitates and the mind awakens from its slumberRoused by a single wordNoHeaven is going nowhere, it can wait a while longe
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