In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will have no thoughts
But infinite love will mount in my soul…
— Arthur Rimbaud
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