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There are chords in the human heart- strange, varying strings- which are only struck by accident which will remain mute and senseless to appeals the most passionate and earnest, and respond at last to the slightest casual touch.

Charles Dickens

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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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