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...and down they forgot as up they grew.
e. e. cummings
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e. e. cummings
Age: 67 †
Born: 1894
Born: October 14
Died: 1962
Died: September 3
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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you shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young,whatever life you wear it will become youand if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.
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Listen there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
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Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then) they said their nevers they slept their dream
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-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now
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Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
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