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And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
Literary Critic
Poet
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London
England
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