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She Is Unable To Dream, Think Or Love. In A Woman, Poetry Never Comes Naturally, But Always As The Result Of Education. Only The Woman Of The World Is A Woman; The Rest Are Simply Females.

-Edmond De Goncourt

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She Is Unable To

Edmond De Goncourt

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She Is Unable To Dream, Think Or Love. In A Woman, Poetry Never Comes Naturally, But Always As The Result Of Education. Only The Woman Of The World Is A Woman; The Rest Are Simply Females.

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