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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter." Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)

 A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A...