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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years and every little absence is an age.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Love
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Days
Reckons
Hours
Bye
Age
Farewell
Littles
Goodbye
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Every
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