| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I missed you today and I still miss you even right now. will there come a time when I can see your face and let me behold that grace that makes you who you are. of ages they wrote an Ode to my lover. will I sing to you the sweetest sounds for my notes are smooth and affectionate. there is a time when an artist sings and the stars and the winds stand to attention and quiver with delight. see I sing
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