We each have our own escape, you see. Mother her prayers. You, your horses your falcons...
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Henri:
We each have our own escape, you see. Mother her prayers. You, your horses your falcons and your dreams of an age that is no more. And I, my cognac
We each have our own escape, you see. Mother her prayers. You, your horses your falcons and your dreams of an age that is no more. And I, my cognac
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We each have our own escape you see Mother her prayers
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You your horses and your falcons and your dreams of an age that is no more
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And I
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My cognac
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Movie Summary
Fictional account of French artist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.
