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When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
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Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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