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Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life, 195 The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant; yet not true life Thereby regained, but sat devising death To them who lived; nor on the virtue thought Of that life-giving plant, but only used 200 For prospect, what well used had been the pledge Of immortality.
Paradise Lost
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