I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. — John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. — John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. — John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. — John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. — John Keats
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

— John Keats
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