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What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Screenwriter
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
Grow
Grows
Gone
Lives
Plucked
Slain
Stolen
Remain

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