| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Life is a race.Its track webbed in oblivion.Each man borne in his lane.His will, a necessary companion.Even at the jaws of despair.When the heart meets dismay.The eyes drowned in tears.Desires are ever in play.Tying down feelings of remorse.Trials bid mind renewal.Each fall drips a better run.Fate stems at crossroad intervals.Singing awe or fugitive sighs.Success brew at d behest of might...
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