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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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Mountaineer
Philologist
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Francesco Petrarca
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