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Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.

John Lyly

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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
Novelist
Playwright
Politician
Writer
Kent
England
John Lilly
John Lylie
John Lyly
Friendship
Friends
Fall
Renewing
Falling
Affection

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