...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: … - Arthur Rimbaud

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...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.