Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/dude in Europe: "The Ides of March."
...Don't kill me, my Sweet? Brother? I'm not worthy of that knife...in my back....of your hate? And Mamma? Molto Oregano in the pasta before the word: "Famiglia" id no more?"
Olio di Olive. Pomordoro, too. Tutte. I will save for you? And the Strada? The Streets that men and Idiots walk? Don't ask me to explain...where Elephants walk? It's only the thunder around the throne and the Ides of March...
...Don't kill me, my Sweet? Brother? I'm not worthy of that knife...in my back....of your hate? And Mamma? Molto Oregano in the pasta before the word: "Famiglia" id no more?"
Olio di Olive. Pomordoro, too. Tutte. I will save for you? And the Strada? The Streets that men and Idiots walk? Don't ask me to explain...where Elephants walk? It's only the thunder around the throne and the Ides of March...
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