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The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cumbria
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Flowing
Streams
Grass
Hear
Growing
Almost
Sound
Nature
Softest

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