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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
Edward Young
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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Upham
Hampshire
Time
Spilt
Procrastination
Suicide
Destroyed
Blood
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