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There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
Biographer
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Journalist
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Carl August Sandburg
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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
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