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The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.
Andre Breton
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Andre Breton
Age: 70 †
Born: 1896
Born: February 18
Died: 1966
Died: September 28
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Andre Breton
D'André Breton
Andre Breto
René Dobrant
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