Pierrot le fou
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:07:48
My fluffy hair-do...
:07:49
kept its shape all day
thanks to a cloud of Aquanet.

:07:55
Now the lacquer brushes out
with effortless strokes.

:08:01
Soft...
:08:05
My hair is like so many blond
silk threads!

:08:11
Shimmering!
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Clean!
:08:15
Women must give up filmy negligees...
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and romantic style nightgowns.
:08:22
Out of doors or in bright light, lingerie
loses its charm and becomes indecent.

:08:34
Olympio's melancholy
:08:41
Give me the keys to the Lincoln.
:08:43
You're leaving?
:08:45
I'm tired.
:08:48
I've got a machine to see with,
called eyes.

:08:52
To hear with, I've got ears.
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To talk with, a mouth.
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But they feel like separate machines,
there's no unity.


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