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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.

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.
Dreams
Fiction
Full
Fictions
Others
Contradictions
Else
Unnatural
Dream
Schemes
Nothing
Contradiction
Something
Romantic

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