| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ith the fear everyday Of what might happen that night I could not stand to hear the crying Of my mother and I remember when I swore that That would be the last they would see of me And I never went home again They say that time is a healer And now my wounds are not the same I rang that bell with my heart in my mouth I had to hear what he would say He sat me down to talk to me He looked me straight in the e
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