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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

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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.
Thee
Mines
Mine
Choose
Call
Art
Every
Valentine
Love
Thou

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