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--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Love
Sink
Think
Nothingness
Thinking
Shore
World
Till
Wide
Fame
Stand
Alone

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