| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Am born to survive and hope Born to die In a valley people say have no end except my end When I came I cried they laughed Now am going I cried they cried Poor me Every day I live every night I die My mortality depends on death And my survivals is build on them Why they break my heart I wish I could be an immortal However, the wickedness of my heart won???t let me.
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