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Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
Petrarch
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Petrarch
Age: 69 †
Born: 1304
Born: July 20
Died: 1374
Died: July 19
Autobiographer
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Francesco Petrarca
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Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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