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A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.
Alexander Smith
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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
Twilight
Soft
Sadness
Upon
Soul
Like
Drops
World
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Tender
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