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How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Age: 61 †
Born: 1772
Born: October 21
Died: 1834
Died: July 25
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