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Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.

Philip James Bailey

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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
Author
Poet
Writer
P. J. Bailey
Stars
Heaven
Dewdrops
Thick
Field
Fields
Stand

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