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Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow

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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
Flow
Noiseless
Blue
Tumult
Break
Unending
Night
Columns
Presses
Press
Wave
Clouds

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