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The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.

Alexander Smith

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
Pale
Leading
Evening
Child
Mother
Night
Children

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