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Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.

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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
Best
Robber
Giving
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Time
Robbers
Greed
Atheism
Millions
Earth
Joyless
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