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Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale
Age: 48 †
Born: 1884
Born: August 8
Died: 1933
Died: January 29
Poet
Writer
St. Louis
Missouri
Sara Teasdale Filsinger
Sara Trevor Teasdale
Like
Wonder
Cups
Soaring
Looking
Holding
Cliff
Faces
Sell
Loveliness
Nature
Sells
Sings
Beautiful
Wave
Cliffs
Children
Healing
Soar
Things
Blue
Splendid
Whitened
Life
Fire
Waves
Sways

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