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What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

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Jean Cocteau
Age: 74 †
Born: 1889
Born: July 5
Died: 1963
Died: October 11
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Clément Eugène Jean Pierre Cocteau
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Eugène Jean Maurice Cocteau
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