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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
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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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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