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God, let me remember all good losers.
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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A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
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