Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for. — Édith Piaf
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for. — Édith Piaf
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for. — Édith Piaf
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for. — Édith Piaf
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for. — Édith Piaf
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Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.

— Édith Piaf
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