| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - on paper wings halfway round the world Until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down Landed somewhere far from here with no one else around To catch you falling down And I am looking at you nowAnd i can not tell if you are laughing Between each smile there is a tear in your eye There is a train leaving town in an hour it is not waiting for you, and neither am iSwing for the fences
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