Mlle. Dorziat -
There is a land of language exquisite,
Where every word may to the gesture fit,
A tongue that's fashioned for divine finesse,
Each syllable a song or a caress,
From that fair land we have with us to-night,
Mlle. Dorziat for our delight.
Where every word may to the gesture fit,
A tongue that's fashioned for divine finesse,
Each syllable a song or a caress,
From that fair land we have with us to-night,
Mlle. Dorziat for our delight.
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