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Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

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Jean Paul
Age: 62 †
Born: 1763
Born: March 21
Died: 1825
Died: November 14
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Johann Paul Friedrich Richter
Jean Paul Richter
Zhen Polʹ Friderik Rikhter
Jean Paul
Johann Paul Richter
Laughter
Joy
Happiness
Upon
Patter
Doe
Descends
Like
Dew
Gently
Evening

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