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Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.
Stanley Kunitz
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Stanley Kunitz
Age: 100 †
Born: 1905
Born: July 29
Died: 2006
Died: May 14
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Worcester
Massachusetts
Stanley Jasspon Kunitz
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