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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Autumn
Saws
Listening
Silence
Stand
Morn
Fall
Misty
Like
Fog
Mist
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