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Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
Hem
April
Tears
Sweet
Dead
May

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