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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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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With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
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