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Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!
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