| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Until All Is StardustI wanted to be popular, desired for what I was.Now I see my folly then, hating their applause.They can not see it is not craftmanship, not his skill.They can not see I am trapped here, inside the statue still.Someone has to realize that the model is now gone.Someone has to realize that the artist is a con.Why, oh why, can not they see the hairs are too fine?Why can not they see the gold
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