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The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

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Leigh Hunt
Age: 74 †
Born: 1784
Born: October 19
Died: 1859
Died: August 28
Autobiographer
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
Translator
Southgate
London
James Henry Leigh Hunt
Sea
Silver
Sweet
Fish
Needing
Cold
Fishes
Swift
Small
Round
Wrapped
Clear
Boat
Waves
Life
Rounds
Vague
Wave
Lakes
Rivers
Fishing

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