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But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Politician
Writer
Thou
Heavy
Return
Gone
Art
Change
Must
Never

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