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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
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Hour
Mean
Taste
Chaff
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Tastes
Life
Wish
Invent
Like
Means
Mouth
Else
Absence
Everything
Mouths

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