| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Damp fields and starry nightsI walked through a field tonight,the grass damp and coldthe air brisk,whispering frosty fortunes of things to come.The darkness of the trees and buildings in the distance remind me of home,And I glimpse to the stars in hope of something new,but the sky is a clouded blur like always,faded by the lights of this continuously growing town.With my hands in my pockets, keepi
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