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For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the
To live the taste of colours
To enjoy loves so as to
To open eyes at the final
She has every willingness.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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