| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Leave him from whom your spirit long since fled, Whose house is not your home; your only home, Although the same roof never cover both,Is where I am, until we both are dead.(Her child speaks.)Why do you look at me with such a shadeUpon your eyes, so still and steadily?I am not naughty, but I am afraid;I know not why.The world is huge and puzzling and perverse -Even my nurse,When most my heart is s
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