And—that is his darling's
scream!
HE picks her up in a tender
storm—
But how does it come to pass
That he cannot see his reflected
form
With hers in the studio glass?
"What's wrong with that mir-
ror?"' he cries.
And—that is his darling's
scream!
HE picks her up in a tender
storm—
But how does it come to pass
That he cannot see his reflected
form
With hers in the studio glass?
"What's wrong with that mir-
ror?"' he cries.