| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - the ocean begins Look to the memory of the ones gone before The light and meaning of the voices on the wind Searching for safe passage as you knock on every door You still can hear the howling of the mongrel dogs of war You call our for some comfort seeking shelter from the night A raging rain's upon you feeling tired of the fight And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone There is a light
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