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There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.

Alexander Smith

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
World
Improve
Improvement
Doe
Nothing
Good
Time

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