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Tears are summer showers to the soul.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Summertime
Showers
Summer
Tears
Soul

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