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When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Joy
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Hope
Light
Match
Soul
Plant
Children
Sing
Sun

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