acloneofmyown - The Dogfather | Текст песни

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"The black bile, sourly bitter, rose in
Bonasera’s throat, overflowed through
tightly clenched teeth.
He used his white linen pocket
handkerchief and held it against his lips.
He was standing so when the two young men
strode freely up the aisle,
confident and cool-eyed, smiling..."

You need to change this false show
Ou ou ou
You can do this. I bet I know.

If you have at least a word to say
please don't let it die,
there is no light at home at all way
no even place for me to cry.

"He let them pass without saying a word,
pressing the fresh linen against his mouth."

The main words of paragraph, chapter 1,
ladies & gentlemen get up, up, get up!


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