| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I want to go back where I came.Hav, you are my son???or your Mary???s, and at least you carry our name.I want to lie by your mother, though she???s dark and she???s far, far away,And since Law forbids it, you???ll take me, and so you will earn your pay.You???ve a million a year in my will, if you think that that is enoughBut I know your taste, and your wife???s; her???s an expensive sort of love.An
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