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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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
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Pamplo Nerouda
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Bāblū Nīrūdā
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Nieluda
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Neftali Reyes Basualto
Neftali Reyes Basoalto
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Pāplō Nerūda
Stone
Stones
Death
Hardens
Oblivion
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A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
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And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?
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