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Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Carl August Sandburg
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