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It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Atheism
Inwards
Almost
Citadels
Literature
Airy
May
Spider
Men
Spin
Like
Spiders
Appears
Illusion
Citadel

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