| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Repeat :Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to keep...(But death is a nothing, a nonsense word;my life a party that no one ever leaves...)Falling is like waking up.The strings are cut.My teacher lifts me from the floor,rights my chair.I cry becauseNo One caught me.Nothing held me there.poem by Susan Millar DuMars
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