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Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.

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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
Games
Heart
Love
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Thinking
Drowning
Broken
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