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La Dernière Nuit De Don Juan

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Edmond Rostand
Edmond Rostand

Edmond Rostand, a French poet, was born on April 1, 1868, and died on December 2, 1918. His poetry was widely appreciated, particularly his dramatic works, most notably his adaptation of Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet' into 'Cyrano de Bergerac'. Rostand is known for his elegant verses and profound emotional expression. more

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