| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Maria Consuelo Arroyo, her man fell in battle across wine dark seas, And her children were scattered like feathers that ride down the breeze, She kneels in the darkness, nine candles she lights every day, And Padre Alphonso remembers their names when he prays, And time's the black angel, a dark curandero who brings the long sleep, And time is a shepherd it is keeping good watch on his sheep, So he
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