| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - k you in behind the frigeratorTheir was a piece of glassMiss Lucy fell upon it, and broke her littleAsk me no more questions, tell me no more liesMiss Lucy told me all this the day before sheDyed her hair purple, dyed her hair pinkDyed her hair all colors, and washed it down the sinkI remember feeling particularly scandalous at age 6, singing that and the kill-your-teacher songs.
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