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As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf, They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking, But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money!

Arthur Hugh Clough

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Arthur Hugh Clough
Age: 42 †
Born: 1819
Born: January 1
Died: 1861
Died: November 13
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City of Liverpool
May
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Thinking
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Pelf
Like
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Cafe
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Sneer
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Money
Pleasant
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