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All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses yet in spite of you, there is one crown I bear away with me... One thing without stain, unspotted from the world, in spite of doom mine own! And that is... my white plume.

Edmond Rostand

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Edmond Rostand
Age: 80 †
Born: 1868
Born: April 1
Died: 1948
Died: December 2
Author
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Playwright
Poet
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Marseille
France
Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostand
Without
Spite
Plume
Thing
Bear
Stain
World
Rose
Laurels
Mines
Stains
Mine
Crown
Bears
Roses
White
Doom
Away
Crowns
Riven

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