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O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
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Physician
Poet
Merriment
Dost
Lightness
Borrow
Sorrow
May
Heart

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