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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.

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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
Rivers
Dark
Upon
Fireflies
Words
Firefly
Brighter
River
Beloved
Romantic

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