« O fuck! mysterious beverage that lips pay as altered cuts! »
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Alfred de Musset
Confession d’un enfant du siècle |
Alfred de Musset
Confession d’un enfant du siècle
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« We're often deceived in love, often injured, often unhappy, but it's me who lived, and not a fictitious being, created by my pride. »
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Alfred de Musset
Lettre |
Alfred de Musset
Lettre
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« Poetry is so essentially musical that there no beautiful thought in front of which the poet back if its melody is not there. »
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Alfred de Musset
Poète déchu |
Alfred de Musset
Poète déchu
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