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Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Humans
Mire
Men
Wills
Love
Flame
Life
Cheat
Burn
Flames
Fire
Human

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