| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - son he must have told you once That was a conversation you took nothing from So raise your glass now and celebrate exactly what you have done Just put off another day of knowing where you are from And you can catch up with yourself if you run...And i can not tell if you are laughing Between each smile there is a tear in your eye There is a train leaving town in an hour it is not waiting for you, and neith
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