Walt WhitmanPoor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you
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The quote, “poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you”, is a line from a poem by John Keats. The poem was first published in the New Monthly Magazine in October of 1818. The poem is about a young man who has just been shot and killed. As the young man dies, he cries out for those he does not know to take care of his wife and children. This book is about how our lives pass before our very eyes and we never stop to consider the people around us and how much we should care for them and their well-being.
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