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I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
Author
Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
Poet
Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
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Pamplo Nerouda
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Bāblū Nīrūdā
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Nieluda
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Neftali Reyes Basualto
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Pāplō Nerūda
Lost
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Eyelids
Without
Owner
Surrounded
Owners
Darkness
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