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God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
Wislawa Szymborska
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Wislawa Szymborska
Age: 88 †
Born: 1923
Born: July 2
Died: 2012
Died: February 1
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Maria Wisława Anna Szymborska
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