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As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands Death is the fruit it bore.

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
Sin
Tree
Land
Darken
Death
Bore
Lands
Bores
Stands
Fruit

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