| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - On the morning of her wedding dayWhen no one was awakeShe drove across the borderLeaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cakeHer mother's tears, her breakfast orderShe is gone, gone, goneThere is a moment, a chip in timeWhen leaving home is the lesser crimeWhen your eyes are blind with tearsBut your heart can seeAnother life, another galaxyThat night her dreams are storm-tossed as a willowShe h
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