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Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Age: 43 †
Born: 1897
Born: September 24
Died: 1940
Died: December 21
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Short Story Writer
Writer
St Paul
Minnesota
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
Way
Upon
Warm
Rhythmic
Never
Voice
Following
Daisies
Would
Change
Rose
Whisper
Littles
Sing
Melody
Husky
Music
Air
Voices
Huskies
Little
Meaning
Bringing
Tipped
Human
Magic
Broke
Daisy
Humans
Word
Began
Sweetly

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