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The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Tears
Follow
Blood
Quiver
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Knife
Tear
Knives
Flesh
Driven

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