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Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Wounds
Deep
Grow
Grows
Hate
Pierced
True
Lucifer
Never
Deadly

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