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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

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
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Leaves
Kissing
Rose
Grateful
Wind
Winds
Upon
Bees
Feed
Kiss

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