| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I can no longer seeOr HearOr FeelOh, Yes I do feel And wished that feelings lost in translationEndlessly in hesitationMeaningless are the definitions you makeLeave, And I will be broken for your sakeI shall not rise, I am not that strongAnd your hymns are like bad songsLyrics written million years agoWhen no one was there to judgeNow, all of these puppets, and my soul is an entertainment?
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