| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - For here was someone who lived all his life In the most fierce and open light of the sun, Wrote letters freely, did not guard his speech, Listened and talked with every sort of man, And kept his heart a secret to the end From all the picklocks of biographers.He was a man, and as a man he knew Love, separation, sorrow, joy and death.
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