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I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.
George Eliot
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George Eliot
Age: 61 †
Born: 1819
Born: November 22
Died: 1880
Died: December 22
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