The church is on fire. 47 fire brigade
Sprinkle fire.
The priest sits slumped on a prie-
God who escaped the disaster
and he looks at the horizon of a desperate air.
So, a good sister pushes him
its choirboys
to scowl and she blows him
-Go and tell Monsieur le Cure you
sorry ...
Sprinkle fire.
The priest sits slumped on a prie-
God who escaped the disaster
and he looks at the horizon of a desperate air.
So, a good sister pushes him
its choirboys
to scowl and she blows him
-Go and tell Monsieur le Cure you
sorry ...
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