Meghe Dhaka Tara
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:15:12
Khuki, won't you eat?
:15:16
l'm not feeling well
:15:18
Don't be angry with Ma
:15:23
Deprivation... it's destroyed her mind
:15:28
l'm not angry
:15:31
Remember that poem by Yeats, Khuki?
:15:48
A bad headache
:15:57
Here's another precious prodigy
:16:01
A god in a devil's clan.
Shear it off

:16:14
You've bought nice material
:16:20
Going to bed already? Won't you eat?
:16:27
Mother must have said something
:16:30
lgnore what people say. Your motto
should be: Do what you think best

:16:34
Eyes full of tears? They'll fall
at the slightest provocation

:16:41
l'll utter a spell. All right?
:16:44
-l'm not feeling well
-So l'm uttering it

:16:53
Mother, your girl's such a Khuki.
She wants to catch the moon


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