There’s Evelyne who loves Albert, who loves Arthur, who loves the girl who plays the actress, who loves the man driving the convertible. There’s the night which only loves itself and death which only loves once. It would take more breath to kiss everyone and more time not to displease anyone.
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Rating33
Votes0.269
Popularity34
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