Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
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Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.

— Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
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