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But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
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Andrew Marvell
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Chariot
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