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I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Heart
Bores
Long
Listened
Hills
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Heard
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Motionless
Still
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Hill

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