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In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Stay
Apollo
Forget
Brooks
Happy
Crystals
Remember
December
Drear
Look
Forgetting
Petting
Looks
Frozen
Fretting
Never
Summer
Brook
Time
Sweet
Crystal

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