| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Their hands joined as faces turned, Thinking up a reason to marryAnd clasp the eternal goal, Forwards to go and march.Thinking so, their faces burnedWith heat from the senses, As eyes swam and met with precision, They were barely capable.Their wasting of the hips was great, Honey and bees never came into existence, Further was mostly the disease, From their beds a nature had arisen.
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