| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - it is a bitch, then you die.I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on,But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while,There is a crane, knocking down all those things, that we were,I awake, in the night, to hear the engines purr,There is a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame,There is a thorn, in my side, it is the sh
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