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A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.

John Vance Cheney

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John Vance Cheney
Age: 73 †
Born: 1848
Born: December 29
Died: 1922
Died: May 1
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Non-Fiction Writer
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