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Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry
far for wings o
f for thought
th thee, who ar
zing where all
fancy, yet wit
death as winds
sue our dead a
ift than they, the
fails us in
d earnest ear i
l the el
Dorine Koestler
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Theo Montgomery
Obie Pratt
Ruby Skye
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