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Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Christina Rossetti

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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
Poet
Writer
London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
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Hurt
Ladybugs
Animal
Moth
Living
Dusty
Thing
Moths
Insects
Wing
Butterfly

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