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Just 4 lines…
Sometimes, someone pens a whole story, in just 4 lines. One of those fragments... ON RUPERT BROOKE A young Apollo, golden-haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife, Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life. -Frances Darwin Cornford
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