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The woman who died night after night and her dying was a long goodbye, a train that never left.

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Octavio Paz
Age: 84 †
Born: 1914
Born: March 31
Died: 1998
Died: April 2
Diplomat
Essayist
Lyricist
Philosopher
Poet
Politician
Translator
Writer
Mexico City
Mexico
Octavio Paz Lozano
Night
Long
Never
Goodbye
Train
Died
Dying
Woman
Left

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