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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
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Fanatics
Paradise
Dreams
Dream
Wherewith
Sect
Weave
Sects
Fanaticism

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