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Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

Charles Baudelaire

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Charles Baudelaire
Age: 46 †
Born: 1821
Born: April 9
Died: 1867
Died: August 30
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Charles Pierre Baudelaire-Dufaÿs
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