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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

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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