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was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
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Physician
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Fled
Love
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Wake
Vision
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