I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima

— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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