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Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.

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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Pansies
Praises
Daisies
Lilies
Praise
Upon
Live

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