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Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

James Russell Lowell

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James Russell Lowell
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: February 22
Died: 1891
Died: August 12
Diplomat
Essayist
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
Writer
Cambridge
Massachusetts
Heaven
Shed
Forget
Weather
Eye
Wake
Heart
Clouds
Sorrow
Whither
Tears
Fled
Leave
Forgets
Eyes
Ache

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