| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - er wrong, who am I to kid?Love is love,There is no such thing as rising above.Now that I am certain that you are gone,Maybe there will one day be another hand to be won.Good-bye, my old fears, I will leave them at the door.That way, I will not be wanting more.Yes, I will never regret you, because in turn,There are lessons that I needed to learn.Hello new life,Hello to no longer being afraid of the knife.
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