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The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

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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Novelist
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Dead
Men
Moans
Bones
Ocean

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