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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

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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.
Getting
Lying
Half
Easy
Part
Seems

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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.
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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