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One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.

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Hermann Hesse
Age: 85 †
Born: 1877
Born: July 2
Died: 1962
Died: August 9
Illustrator
Literary
Novelist
Painter
Philosopher
Poet
Resistance Fighter
Writer
Hermann Karl Hesse
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Mozart
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