| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - skies are crowded, With other lights burning far brighter than our own,Do we seek to ever float so highOr are we simply clutching at the threads of fate Hoping that just once We are not the ones who cut the lines, For the roads of destiny are a tightrope And each unsteady aching step, Is merely one after another, On a path fraught with failure below, Is this why we soar?
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