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Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.
D. H. Lawrence
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D. H. Lawrence
Age: 45 †
Born: 1885
Born: January 1
Died: 1930
Died: January 1
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