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Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.

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
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Holy
Sell
Still
Hold
Sells
Music
Tree
Delight
Pine
Love
Eyes
Star
Loveliness
Life
Stars
Rain
Curve
Like
Eye
Gold
Curves
Spirit
Thoughts
Scent
Night
Arms
Trees

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I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they float away - for who can holdYouth, or perfume or the moon's gold?
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