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But only agony, and that has ending And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
Rupert Brooke
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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
Poet
Rugby
Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
Death
Agony
Ending
Friend
Worst
Enemy
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