This summer which was now passing-never had anyone lived such a summer! Nature had given him the happiness of a blossom. She gave him love and a palace, and put precious poetry into his mouth; it was all one long, unbroken romance. And now everything was lost, his poems, his love and his palace, withered, burnt; forlorn and helpless, he faced the desolation of winter.
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Edmund Burke
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Gloria Estefan
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Steve Jobs
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Norman Mailer
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