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Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.

Philip James Bailey

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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
Author
Poet
Writer
P. J. Bailey
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Silence
Though
Night
Mind
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Forbidden
Lovers

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