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Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

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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