| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Echoes of empty houses, empty rooms, Empty caravans, empty tables, empty stables, The extreme void of their high spirited appeal, Eventually we all have to leave, Life is a thief of happiness, peace and love, The fluttering of an innocent white dove, My two dear friends, a long time up above, In their celestial palace, Surrounded by God's unconditional, never-ending love, Snatched from the middle
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