| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - it is time to grow up.There is a house built out of stoneWooden floors, walls and window sillsTables and chairs worn by all of the dustThis is a place where I do not feel aloneThis is a place where I feel at homeAnd I built a homeFor youFor meUntil it disappearedFrom meFrom youAnd now, it is time to leave and turn to dustOut in the garden where we planted the seedsThere is a tree as old as meBranches
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