| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I, for my part, when the wind sings loud in its might, I bid it hush---nor awaken again the storm That swept my heart out to sea on a moonless night, And dashed it ashore on an island wondrous and warm Where all things fair and forbidden for ever flower, Where the worst of life is a dream, and the best comes true, Where the harvest of years was reaped in a single hour And the gods, for once, were
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