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Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Rainer Maria Rilke
Age: 51 †
Born: 1875
Born: December 4
Died: 1926
Died: December 29
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René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke
René Maria Cäsar Rilke
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Rene Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke
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