| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Life is empty, can not remember anytime before,On a plain lit cold December, see it evermore,Gliding through this life, and another is a child,And we are doing games, and losing things,Always playing gigs.Somewhere in the sky, where the moon the stars shine bright,Where the sun is shining, in the night.I am in disgrace, yet I see a smiling face,And I hope you let me, share your place.I do not live tod
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