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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

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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
Kissing
Sea
Light
Like
Northern
Lights
Kiss
Rise

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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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