Le party Page #4

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say there's no comparison.

Haiti's way more beautiful.

The sea, the beach, golf...

just not the same.

Super, didn't rain once

the whole time.

Only 2 weeks...

I went hunting last fall.

Have to go,

someone's here.

See you in the union hall.

Fine.

Name?

Marie-Jose Drouin.

Won't be long.

Marcel?

This is Lalonde in D.

There's a Miss Drouin here.

No, a guest.

No, it's not over.

Just her.

Alright?

I was in Haiti.

2 weeks, it was beautiful.

Hold on...

It's straight ahead.

Thanks, g'night.

That's it, cry.

Cry.

She may be a whore,

but she's a committee guest.

You don't touch a guest!

Ya dumb SOB,

I'll tear your f***in' head off

and I'll sh*t down

your goddam neck.

Hold me.

Across the borders

The prairies

and the sea

When darkness comes

With hunters,

their rifles ready

In the hands of death

He keeps on flying

Higher

still higher

The heart is a bird

In the eyes of the watchtower

On the streets of nowhere

Over great deserts

Of cold, hunger

and steel

Against the tyranny

He rebuilds his nest

Warmer

Still warmer

The heart is a bird

It was only

a storm

It was only

a cage

You'll take up this road again

You'll return to the fountain

You'll drink the wide skies

Spread your wings

Liberty!

Liberty!

Ok boys, that's it.

Back to your cells.

Move it,

no foolin' ground

Ok, it's over.

Your cells.

It's finished!

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