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In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
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As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead.
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