| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Flowing in the wind making a line, that hair-tips that seemingly flowing will pierce the enemy To stop this thought is an overflowing dream Now all in the hands are only to end my role Once again a flame fall and disappeared somewhere out there it is the days with no change in the reality But, I truly feel your warmth motion And he is also the truth Then the red dust shatter, behind the dusk it b
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