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Here's to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
Omar Khayyam
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Omar Khayyam
Age: 83 †
Born: 1048
Born: May 15
Died: 1131
Died: December 4
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Hakim Omar Khayyám
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