| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - and say goodnight, say goodnightHome, is where I want to beBut I guess I am already thereI come home, she lifted up her wingsI guess that this must be the placeI can not tell one from the otherI find you, or you find me?There was a time before we were bornIf someone asks, this is where I will be, where I will beWe drift in and outSing into my mouthOut of all those kinds of peopleYou got a face with a vie
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