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Arthur Rimbaud - The Sly One
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In the brown dining-room, 
which was perfumed 
with the scent of polish and fruit, 
I was shoveling up at my ease 
a plateful of some Belgian dish 
or other, and sprawling in my enormous chair. 

While I ate, I listened, happy and silent, to the clock. 
The kitchen door opened with a gust, 
and the servant girl came in, 
I don`t know what for, 
neckerchief loose, hair dressed impishly. 

And, passing her little finger tremblingly across her cheek, 
a pink and white peach-bloom, 
pouting with her childish mouth, 
she tidied the plates standing close to me, 
to make me feel comfortable; - and then, just like that, 
- to get a kiss of course - 
said very softly: `Feel, then, I` got a cold in the cheek…`
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