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 "id": "john-keats/to-my-brother-george",
 "title": "To My Brother George",
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 "poet": "John Keats",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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    "text": "Many the wonders I this day have seen:",
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   {
    "text": "The sun, when first he kist away the tears",
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    "text": "That fill’d the eyes of morn;⁠—the laurell’d peers",
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   {
    "text": "Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,",
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   {
    "text": "Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,⁠—",
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    "text": "Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears",
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   {
    "text": "Must think on what will be, and what has been.",
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   {
    "text": "E’en now, dear George, while this for you I write,",
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   {
    "text": "Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping",
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    "text": "So scantly, that it seems her bridal night,",
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   {
    "text": "And she her half-discover’d revels keeping.",
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   {
    "text": "But what, without the social thought of thee,",
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    "text": "Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?",
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