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It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.

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Ouida
Age: 69 †
Born: 1839
Born: January 1
Died: 1908
Died: January 25
Novelist
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Bury St Edmunds
Suffolk
Marie Louise de la Ramée
Marie Louise Ramé
Marie Louise de la Ramee
Marie Louise Rame
Lived
Death
Beautiful
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Never

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for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?
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Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
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Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
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