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It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

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Nathaniel Parker Willis
Age: 61 †
Born: 1806
Born: January 20
Died: 1867
Died: January 20
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Nathanael Parker Willis
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