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I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

Anton Chekhov

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Anton Chekhov
Age: 44 †
Born: 1860
Born: January 1
Died: 1904
Died: January 1
Author
Dramaturge
Journalist
Novelist
Physician
Playwright
Prosaist
Satirist
Writer
Tahanroh
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Antón Pávlovič Čéhov
Antón Pávlovich Chékhov
Chekhov
Night
Play
Heart
Never
Dreamt
Love
Piano
Like
Keys
Fine
Lost

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