| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The moon so loved the river that she made a gift of the lotus flower,My Bice's special bloom.My fingers hold her with intimate grace--I seek her river-kissed scent--Joy teaches me what the legendsOf the forgetful water lilies meant:Because we love, there is nothing else.No place to move on or back to.No dreams except this one, this moment.Nothing to offer except my love, my heart, my soul,Only and
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