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We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

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Robert Graves
Age: 90 †
Born: 1895
Born: July 24
Died: 1985
Died: December 7
Literary Critic
Military Personnel
Mythographer
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Theatre Critic
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Robert von Ranke-Graves
Robert Von Ranke-Graves
Robert Ranke Graves
Robert von Ranke Graves
Fall
Next
Heedless
Past
Bolt
May
Bolts
Betrayal
Cruelty
Bright
Forget

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