La Cité des enfants perdus
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Me?
:29:05
l'm the original?
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But it's not lonely
being the original?

:29:11
All the penguins, the centipedes,
everyone applauds.

:29:15
Except, even if you climb
to the treetops...

:29:17
it's impossible to catch
the candy floss.

:29:20
And so, everybody climbs
to the top of the mountain...

:29:23
except the giraffes who, of course,
stay in one spot...

:29:27
munching the clouds.
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Sleep.
:29:32
Sleep, my little one.
:29:37
l am the sandman...
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and you can't resist me.
:29:42
Your eyelids are so heavy.
:29:45
Sleep, my little one.
:29:54
The snowflakes evaporate...
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and then turn into haitstones.
:30:00
ln the farmyards...
:30:04
the turkeys scramble towards...
:30:12
the hailstones.
:30:22
The better to peck them?
:30:24
And then when the children's voices
cry for help...

:30:26
the chickens are merciless.
:30:42
There.
:30:43
Now he's going to come around
very nicely.

:30:46
- Who, the boss?
- No, the child.

:30:49
He's a real nightmare factory.
:30:51
- What's that? A fuse blew!
- Perfect.


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