| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Suddenly, gently there was a song, its words clear and quavering coming out of the blackness: ???What a dream I had, pressed in organdy, clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy, softer than the rain?????? As I lay in the dark the strains of ???For Emily Wherever I May Find Her??? wound themselves out, the last note faded in the air, and in that moment I knew what I would do.
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