| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - All its life this string has quivered Silently shaking, silently trembling To sound the tune to set it free Yearning, thirsting, desiring Sorrowing, for what fate decreed Despite delay, it waited dailyAnd with unheard whisper beseeched its saviourWho lingered, loitered, and tarried everTime had came Time had passedTime never arrived Great is the pain!There was a man ??? and look, he is no more.The
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