| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - out in the cold the tiger black and gold searches for a light a home out in the cold / meantime we belonging to the street put out the eyes of father with the knife we borrowed/ glassy hands that stumble when they speak forsake the icy peaks and tumble to the valley/ there is a man it is dressed as best he can who covers soul and skin with dirt and crust and shame/ meantime we belonging to the stre
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