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Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

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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Autumnal
Faded
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Autumn
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