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- A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
- Its loveliness increases; it will never
- Pass into nothingness.
- Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,
- And all his priesthood moans.
- Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave
- A paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS, The Fall of Hyperion
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