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The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.

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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