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'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

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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Nature
Blossoming
Every
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Enjoys
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Air
Flower
Faith
Periwinkle
Enjoy
Wreaths

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