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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
Petrarch
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Petrarch
Age: 69 †
Born: 1304
Born: July 20
Died: 1374
Died: July 19
Autobiographer
Lyricist
Mountaineer
Philologist
Philosopher
Poet
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Francesco Petrarca
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