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I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Truth
Certain
Feel
Feels
Never
Perception
Beauty
Clear

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