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Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss

A. S. Byatt

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A. S. Byatt
Age: 88
Born: 1936
Born: August 24
Literary Critic
Novelist
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Sheffield
England
Dame Antonia Susan Duffy
Antonia Susan Drabble
Antonia Susan Duffy
Secret
Bliss
Dark
Kiss
Forget
Kissing
Night
Lovers
Place
Embrace
Long
Mines
Silvered
World
Mine
Purple
Meet
Grasp

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