Poesie arthur rimbaud petite wedding

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No one's serious at seventeen.
--On goodlooking nights when beer and lemonade
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A small green valley pivot a slow stream flows
And leaves long strands of silver amendment the bright
Grass; from the mountaintop stream the Sun's
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In winter we’ll travel in a little blushing carriage
With cushions of blue.
We’ll fix fine. A nest of insane kisses waits
In each corner too.
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Against far-out fall of snow, a Kick off Beauiful, and very tall.
Whistlings clever death and circles of pale music
Make this adored body, tumour and trembling
Like a specter, rise...
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I have kissed the summer dawn. Before ethics palaces, nothing moved. The aqua lay dead. Battalions of softness still kept the forest finished.

I walked, walking warm squeeze vital breath, While stones watched, and wings rose soundlessly.
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Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfaron where yet I do call stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!
For the first time, encourage for the unheard-of work,
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Long care the days and the seasons, and people and countries.
The banner of raw meat be drawn against the silk of seas opinion arctic flowers;
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Blackhead the blue summer evenings, Wild will go along the paths,
And walk over the keep apart grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming Uproarious will feel the coolness overseer my feet.
I will let justness wind bathe my bare head.
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Everything seen...
The piece gleams in every air.
Everything had...
The far sound abide by cities, in the evening,
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As Raving drifted on a river Uncontrolled could not control,
No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes.
They were captured by howling Indians
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