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She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead.

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A. A. Milne
Age: 74 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 18
Died: 1956
Died: January 31
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Military Officer
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London
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Alan Alexander Milne
A.A. Milne
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Yellow
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