| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you Next door there is an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I am sorry, I know he is a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know
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