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Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so 'tis but what we in our autumn do.

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Edmund Waller
Age: 81 †
Born: 1606
Born: March 3
Died: 1687
Died: October 21
Poet
Politician
Writer
Coleshill
Buckinghamshire
Gentleman that loves the peace
True son of the Church of England and a lover of his countries liberty
Edmund Waller
Nature
Fade
Fades
Autumn
Flowers
Flower

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