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My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age: 75 †
Born: 1807
Born: January 1
Died: 1882
Died: March 24
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