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Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
Collector
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Graphic Artist
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London
England
W. Blake
Uil'iam Bleik
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