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There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.

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Vladimir Mayakovsky
Age: 36 †
Born: 1893
Born: July 19
Died: 1930
Died: April 14
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