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What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
Editor
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Love
Air
Foam
Flower
Loveliness
Inspiration
Passes
Beauty
Sympathy
Stars
Dust
Dies
Lovely
Beautiful
Star
Never
Sea
Winged

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With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.
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