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Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

John Clare

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John Clare
Age: 70 †
Born: 1793
Born: July 13
Died: 1864
Died: May 20
Farmworker
Naturalist
Poet
Writer
Northamptonshire Peasant Poet
Looks
Hot
Rounds
Burning
Sees
Ground
Eternity
Liquid
Air
Whoever
Gold
Round

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