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Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Drench
Prone
Loneliness
Pity
Moon

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