| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - eneath the time rotor.He thinks the words are a remnant, just an echoOf a friend he had lost, a people he betrayed.Now he will not listen, a Gallifreyan afraidTo find he is loved and revered for no more than what he is, this manFor whom above a million would call out 'Hello'.Just this once she bids him wake, to dry his eyes and come out to listen.Though new companionship would take a little whileHe c
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