| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - hill, brother, you are over the hill You can fool your dear wife with the tenderest of lies You can shear the old sheep, pull the wool over her eyes But if she asks for an encore and you say that you are ill You are over the hill, brother, you are over the hill Now life is a struggle and the conflict is keen There are just so many shots in the old magazine When you have fired the last shot and you canno
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