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The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.

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
Rose
Upon
Dewy
Born
Saith
Morn
Thorn
Loveliness
Fairs
Fair

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