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Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington

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Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Age: 59 †
Born: 1789
Born: September 1
Died: 1849
Died: June 4
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