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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

Amy Lowell

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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
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Grants
Moon
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Night
Life
Bellied
Swallows

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