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Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.
W. H. Davies
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W. H. Davies
Age: 69 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 3
Died: 1940
Died: September 26
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Newport
South Wales
William Henry Davies
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