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The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

Yukio Mishima

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Yukio Mishima
Age: 45 †
Born: 1925
Born: January 14
Died: 1970
Died: November 25
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City of Tokyo
Mishima Yukio
Kimitake Hiraoka
Hiraoka Kimitake
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