| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - crumb of Me.- Emily Dickinson Hope (Violet Morning Glory) [Alternate] Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words ...And never stops at all And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm I have heard it in the chillest land And on the str
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