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Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Come
Lies
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Work
Tree
Gone
Lying
Woodman
Free
Reaper
Death
Impermanence
Past
Sunset

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