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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

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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
Life
Feast
Opened
Hearts
Wine
Remember
Wells
Well
Wines
Heart
Flowed

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