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Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
John Keats
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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
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Parting
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Roses
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