| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - are broken,Just like my heart,I would call out 'line',But I have forgotten my part.The ones I once worked with,Are plotting their hate,I know some would forgive me,But I would never have a place.The sky is a pink, melding into a blue,My wings are wrestless,calling for the new.They know it is all over,I suppose I do, too.But my love will never fade.John Stewart, I love you.I know he does not care anymore,I kno
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