| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Our nephew, the architect, Has a friend who landscapes gardens He came from a continent Beyond three seas He believes the seas he traversed Are three ponds in this garden That we call the world He lends a hand To his friend, our nephew the architect, And also to his friend's uncle, Another architect whom he has not met The garden that he must complete Is nothing other than The three seas and the w
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