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A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Every
Breath
Life
Breaths
Draws
Child
Simple
Death
Limb
Feels
Lightly
Children
Limbs

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