| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - infused Yeah life is a witch And then you fly Somniferum Down on the street The neon spells out my true love Oh how I fell for her kisses cold On my skin as a tip of steel Led by the angels white Through gravestones blank and clean On thru the pastures of green I would be all things that might have been And where the angels fear to tread I would walk with you For there is nothing that can harm a love that
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