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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Arthur Rimbaud

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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
Dream
Branches
Heart
Golden
Time
Whose
Oaks
Like
Dreams
Softly
Thousand
Branch
Blood
Torn
Within
Burn
Running
Runs

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