"the Lass With The Delicate Air"
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,She drops her head at every passer bye.Afraid of praise she hurries down the streetsAnd turns away from every smile...
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,She drops her head at every passer bye.Afraid of praise she hurries down the streetsAnd turns away from every smile...
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