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In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
Philip Larkin
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Philip Larkin
Age: 63 †
Born: 1922
Born: August 9
Died: 1985
Died: December 2
Critic
Journalist
Librarian
Music Critic
Music Journalist
Novelist
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Coventry
England
UK
Philip Arthur Larkin
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