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Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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Charles John Huffam Dickens
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