| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - There is a certain sound a heart makesWhen it starts to come apartIt ends up roaring in your earsBut it is quiet at the startLike a freight train moving slowlyBuilding speed along the wayYou find yourself alone againWith nothing left to sayThere is a moment when a heart breaksYou can almost mark the timeIt happens when it comes to youThere is no reason left to rhymeWhen there is no way left to make it
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