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It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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Guillaume Apollinaire
Age: 38 †
Born: 1880
Born: August 26
Died: 1918
Died: November 10
Art Critic
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The Eternal City
Wilhelm Albert Włodzimierz Apolinary Kostrowicki
Wilhelm Apollinaris de Kostrowitzki
Guillaume Apolinaire
Guillaume de Kostrowisky
Wilhelm Apollinaris de Kostrowitzky
Guillaume De Kostrowisky
Guillaume Albert Wladimir Alexandre Apollinaire de Kostrowitzky
Wilhelm Albert Wladimir Alexander Apollinaris de Kostrowitzky
Guillaume Albert Vladimi
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