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In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.
Hans Christian Andersen
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Hans Christian Andersen
Age: 70 †
Born: 1805
Born: April 2
Died: 1875
Died: August 4
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