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We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
In the beginning was the wordand the word is ours:
the names of places,the names of flowers,the name of names,words are ours.