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Here are the first few lines of Wallace
Fowlie's surprising translation of Rimbaud's
"O saison, ô châteaux":
O seasons, O castles,
What soul is without blame?
O seasons, O castles,
I carried out the magic study
Of happiness that no one eludes.
Oh! may it live long, each time
The Gallic cock grows.
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