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Arthur Rimbaud - The ParentsArthur Rimbaud - The Parents
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We are your Grand-Parents, the Grown-Ups! Covered with the cold sweats of the moon and the greensward. Our dry wines had heart in them! In the sunshine where there is no deception, what does man need? To drink. Myself: To die among barbarous rivers. We re your Grand-Parents of the fields. The water lies at the foot of the willows: see the flow of the moat round the damp castle. Let us go down to our storerooms; afterwards, cider or milk. Myself: To go where the cows drink. We are your Grand-Parents; here, take some of the liqueurs in our cupboards; Tea and Coffee, so rare, sing in our kettles. Look at the pictures, the flowers. We are back from the cemetery. Myself: Ah! To drink all urns dry!
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