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I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Seen
Solemn
Beauty
Spain
Like
Sunset
Tunes
Hills
Dawn
Slow
Moors
Coming
Windy

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