from the startlife makes promises it can not keepwhen a woman takes you into her arms and holds you tightit is nothing but condolencesyou always come howling to you mother's grave like an abandoned dog
How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? How many roads must Pinocchio walk down, before you call him a true boy? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
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