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So slowly the hot elephant hearts grow full of desire, and the great beasts mate in secret at last, hiding their fire.
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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