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The poet Mallarmé listened to the painter Degas complaining about his inability to write poems even though __e was full of ideas._ __y dear Degas,_ Mallarmé responded, __oems are not made out of ideas. They__e made out of words.
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The poet Mallarmé listened to the painter Degas complaining about his inability to write poems even though __e was full of ideas._ __y dear Degas,_ Mallarmé responded, __oems are not made out of ideas. They__e made out of words.
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