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If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.
Charles Simic
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Charles Simic
Age: 86
Born: 1938
Born: May 9
Anglicist
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Belgrade
Serbia
Dušan Simić
Čarls Simić
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