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Idle youth, enslaved to everything by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Arthur Rimbaud

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Arthur Rimbaud
Age: 37 †
Born: 1854
Born: October 20
Died: 1891
Died: November 10
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Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
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Idle
Sensitive
Youth

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