CHORUS GIRL
Reading edition
Her voice was like rose-fragrance waltzing in the wind. She seemed a shadow stained with shadow colors Swinging through waves of sunlight. Perhaps her heart was an old minstrel Sleepily pawing at his little mandolin.
Reading edition
Her voice was like rose-fragrance waltzing in the wind. She seemed a shadow stained with shadow colors Swinging through waves of sunlight. Perhaps her heart was an old minstrel Sleepily pawing at his little mandolin.