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Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age: 75 †
Born: 1807
Born: January 1
Died: 1882
Died: March 24
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