L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir! ( And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen! )

Arthur Rimbaud
L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu...
L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu...
L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu...
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"L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir!" is a quote from Victor Hugo's "Notre-Dame de Paris". In it, Hugo claims that the dawn is like a host of doves and sometimes it looks like men have witnessed miracles. The quote suggests that if one doesn't believe in God, one will always see things differently.

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