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And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
Poet
Rugby
Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
Fish
Fishes
Shall
Land
Heaven
Wish

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