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Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

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
Wordsworth
Felt
Stills
Still
Awfulness
Much
Passenger
Way
Passengers
Life
Casual
Stood
Though

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