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The pigeons which flutter in the meadow, the game which runs and sees in the dark, the water animals, the animal enslaved, the last butterflies!.. also are thirsty.
But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving - Oh!
Favoured by what is fresh!
To expire in those damp violetswhose awakening fills these woods?
Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891) was a French poet known for his influence on modern literature and arts, prefig
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