| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - 128 Little Moses out there, looking up towards the star lit skies at night, when the wind was a blowing and a howling across the places, the old Nile a jumping, and the crocodiles going under the basket (Hallelujah.), safe, protected, standing between was an atonement between him and all the gales and the heavy winds that the devil could send.
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