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The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.

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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Thought
Sits
Men
Mountains
Mountain
Among
Dies
Born
Easy
Death

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