| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - In the rain reflects our life, what we want and what we can not have.And in each drop is a bottom, where we will fall in the end.The mirrors of the Rainthey show us our lifeAnd by each crime which we madeis teaching us how to stay alive.And I would want it back, the loneliness is killing me.But it is not at all my faultit is yours too, my dear.Loneliness is worse than being alone, then rain turns into the t
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