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Arthur Rimbaud - My Bohemian Existence
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	I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
	my overcoat too was becoming ideal;
	I travelled beneath the sky,
	Muse! and I was your vassal;

	Oh dear me! what marvellous loves
	I dreamed of! My only pair of breeches
	had a big hole in them. --

	Stargazing Tom Thumb,
	I sowed my rhymes along the way.
	My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
	-- My stars in the sky rustled softly.
	And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
	on those pleasant September evenings
	while I felt drops of dew on my forehead
	like vigorous wine; and while,
	rhyming among the fantastical shadows,

	I plucked the strings of a lyre
	the elastics of my tattered boots,
	one foot close to my heart!
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