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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?

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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.
Dies
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Men
Forsaken
Shaken
Withered

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