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T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Fruit
Swept
Summer
Fruits
Bears
Cloud
Spring
Autumn
Flower
Desert
Way
Flowers
Bough
Gay
Brow
Clouds
Brows

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