| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Like a kaleidescope kites fly high......like my imagination soaring through the night sky.colors so dense they disappear in the moment of an instant...so quick and yet it prolongs for eternity. time is a thief..It robs and it steals....but on certain nights time heals...heals the wounds that never seem to mend....Jump forward I see a me that I rarely see....
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