| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - His head was a whirl of space, all structures fading and appearing again twisted and blurry.He heard it one time more, this time as a cry rather than the solemn statement of the previous time.- I can not do itThe man on the wall came back to his senses enough to turn his head and see the silver haired man with knees on the floor crying heavy tears of despair.The man standing (who had heavy locks o
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