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Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

Christina Rossetti

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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
Poet
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London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
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