http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Rise AgainstIn fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, and pulled until the roots gave in, finding there what I have been missing, and I know....So I tell myself, I tell myself, it is wrong, there is a point we pass from which we can not return, I felt the cold rain of the coming storm,All because of you, I haven'
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