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“S'en est allée l'amante Au village voisin malgré la pluie Sans son amant s'en est allée l'amante Pour danser avec un autre que lui Les femmes mentent mentent”

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Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire, a French poet, was born on August 25, 1880, and died on November 9, 1918. His poetic works had a profound impact on French literature at the beginning of the 20th century. more

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