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You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
Aphorist
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Mourning
Tear
River
Rivers
Tears

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