| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Reflection.Flower of Obedience I met Her in a garden, A Lady made of stone.There was a look about Her face,Unfamiliar, peaceful grace.I sat and whispered at Her feetIn a flower garden sweet.As a little child orphaned and alone.I felt a kinship in my heart,Pain and sorrow seemed to part.With each and every passing day,I made haste to find my wayTo come before this Lady made of stone.As a little chi
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