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No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
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