Ali Zaoua, prince de la rue
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:12:04
Let go!
:12:07
Let go of him !
:12:24
Come, my dear son,
:12:28
come under my wings.
:12:32
You'll find a home.
:12:36
In it,
there are green gardens,

:12:40
embedded with flowers
and roses.

:12:48
In it, my hand
is reaching for yours.

:12:52
In it, my heart
is longing for you.

:12:56
In it, your parents
are waiting for you.

:13:00
Your parents,
so dear to you.

:13:04
And the y are
missing you too.

:13:08
And the y can't wait
to see you.

:13:17
You don't die
be cause of a stone...

:13:20
Like a dog.
:13:23
Depends where it hits you.
:13:27
Like a dog.
:13:28
Is he really dead?
:13:31
You dumped him like a dog !
:13:33
So we wouldn't get caught!
:13:35
At least,
he's in his cave.

:13:39
- Ali was a prince.
- A prince?

:13:42
Come on, I know
who his mother was.

:13:49
We have to bury him.
:13:51
We'll bury him today.
:13:53
What?
You've lost it or what?

:13:56
Kwita, are we really
going to bury him?


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