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The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets.
Rupert Brooke
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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
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Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
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