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beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

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William Ernest Henley
Age: 53 †
Born: 1849
Born: August 23
Died: 1903
Died: July 11
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W. E. Henley
Shade
Horror
Tears
Beyond
Place
Looms
Unconquerable
Unafraid
Wrath

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