LA RAISON D'ÊTRE.
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LA RAISON D'ÊTRE.
WE were friends, darling May, for four seasons,
You and I, who've been lovers for one;
And you say I must tell you the reasons
Why my love for your highness begun.
You and I, who've been lovers for one;
And you say I must tell you the reasons
Why my love for your highness begun.
First, I thought you a dear, clever creature—
Piquante—with what Frenchmen call "chic";
And a girl who could well be my teacher
In matters where heartstrings are weak.
Piquante—with what Frenchmen call "chic";
And a girl who could well be my teacher
In matters where heartstrings are weak.
I admired the style of your dresses,
I thought that you had a sweet face;
And your carriage was one that impresses
A man with its infinite grace.
I thought that you had a sweet face;
And your carriage was one that impresses
A man with its infinite grace.
