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Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Flower
Charms
Arms
Faded
Beauty
Warmth
Eyes
Charm
Eye
Paradise
Voice
Shape
War
Shapes
Sight
Whiteness

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