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Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.

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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
Breeze
Sun
Flower
Running
Breezes
Nodding
Bending

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