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I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

Pablo Neruda

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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
Neftalí Reyes Basoalto
Pamplo Nerouda
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes
Bāblū Nīrūdā
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
Nieluda
Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Reyes Basualto
Neftali Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Ricardo Reyes
Neftalí Reyes Basualto
Pāplō Nerūda
Always
Time
Brotherhood
Unity
Name
Everybody
Names
Call
Every

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my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?
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And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?
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