A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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1:47:02
l... Yes, Mama.
1:47:07
Read me something, Francie.
- Yes, Mama.

1:47:11
Read me one of your compositions.
1:47:12
l ain't never read any of your
compositions.

1:47:14
ls on my conscience.
1:47:21
l tore all those up.
1:47:23
No, you didn't. Not all of'em.
1:47:29
Can't l read you Shakespeare? ls
much better.

1:47:33
Read "Twas on a Night Like This".
1:47:35
l'd like to have something pretty on
my mind. Sit by the candle.

1:47:49
"The moon shines bright,
in such a night as this,

1:47:52
when the sweet wind did
gently kiss the trees..."

1:47:55
Say, did you ever find out who
Troylis was and Cressida?

1:47:58
Yes, Mama, Troylis was...
1:47:59
Some other day when l got time. Read
me one of your compositions now.

1:48:03
You won't like them, Mama.
1:48:05
You thought about them, and you
worked on them,

1:48:07
and you got good marks on them.
Get 'em, l said.

1:48:43
Sit here. Go on.
1:48:52
ls called, "The Man People Loved".
Please don't make me do this, Mama.


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