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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
Poet
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London
England
Edmund Spencer
Sweetest
Red
Rose
Forrest
Flower
Violets
Grew
Bathed
Blew
Violet
Roses

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