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I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
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County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
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