The Girl:
Baudelaire is the ideal poet.
The Young Man:
He's the one who said...
The Girl:
"The misty sunlight, Of those cloudy skies, Has for my spirit the charms, So mysterious, Of your treacherous eyes, Shining brightly through their tears." What can you say after that?
The Young Man:
Be quiet.
The Girl:
Okay, I'll be quiet.
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