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Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

Alexander Smith

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
Turn
Turns
Time
Archer
Love
Broader
Keen
Nearer
Strikes
Sorrow

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