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My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.

John Gay

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
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Devon
Fare
Grieving
Ground
Dear
Cold
Hard
Lodging
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Coldness

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