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Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind, One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea, One in many, O broken and blind, One as the waves are at one with the sea! Ay! when life seems scattered apart, Darkens, ends as a tale that is told, One, we are one, O heart of my heart, One, still one, while the world grows old.

Alfred Noyes

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Alfred Noyes
Age: 77 †
Born: 1880
Born: September 16
Died: 1958
Died: June 25
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
University Teacher
Writer
Heart
Wind
Waves
Life
Told
Tales
World
Grows
Apart
Ends
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Stills
Clouds
Darkens
Seems
Sea
Whirled
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Blind
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Many
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