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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

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Arthur Rimbaud
Age: 37 †
Born: 1854
Born: October 20
Died: 1891
Died: November 10
Arms Trader
Explorer
Poet
World Traveler
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
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Dresses
Children
Great
Condensation
Beheld
Marvels
Streaming
Mourning

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