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by Alina Gregorian April 10, 2010 Arthur Rimbaud

Novel I. No one’s serious at seventeen. –On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need –You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade. Lindens smell fine on fine June nights! Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes; The wind brings sounds–the town [...]

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