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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
A. E. Housman
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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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