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There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

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
Aphrodite
Pierced
Quiet
Peace
Pain
Come
Heart
Love

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