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Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Rupert Brooke

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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
Poet
Rugby
Warwickshire
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Night
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Cats
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Cities

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