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... He - Minikin ? * This play is fully protected under the Copyright Laws of the United States of America , Great Britain , including the Dominion of Canada , and all other coun- tries of the Copyright Union , and is ... Manikin and Minikin,
... He - Minikin ? * This play is fully protected under the Copyright Laws of the United States of America , Great Britain , including the Dominion of Canada , and all other coun- tries of the Copyright Union , and is ... Manikin and Minikin,
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Conrad Aiken. He - What's the use of the sun With it's butterfly wings of light— What's the use of a sun made to see by- If I can't see you ! She - Manikin ! He - Minikin ? She Say that again ! He - Why should I say it again - don't you ...
Conrad Aiken. He - What's the use of the sun With it's butterfly wings of light— What's the use of a sun made to see by- If I can't see you ! She - Manikin ! He - Minikin ? She Say that again ! He - Why should I say it again - don't you ...
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... He - Minikin , Minikin ! She They'd have to set another here- Some Ninikin , I'm assured ! He - Why do you chatter so , prattle so ? She - Because of my doubt- Because I'm as positive as I am That I sit here with my knees in a knot ...
... He - Minikin , Minikin ! She They'd have to set another here- Some Ninikin , I'm assured ! He - Why do you chatter so , prattle so ? She - Because of my doubt- Because I'm as positive as I am That I sit here with my knees in a knot ...
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... See you always— See only you ! She - If you could see me The way you see her , You'd still love me , You'd love me the way you do her !. Who made me what I am ? Who dreamed me in motionless clay ? He - Minikin ? She -- Manikin ? He - 170.
... See you always— See only you ! She - If you could see me The way you see her , You'd still love me , You'd love me the way you do her !. Who made me what I am ? Who dreamed me in motionless clay ? He - Minikin ? She -- Manikin ? He - 170.
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Conrad Aiken. He - Minikin ? She -- Manikin ? He - Will you listen to me ? She - No ! He - Will you listen to me ? She - No . He - Will you listen to me ? She - Yes . He -- I love you— She - No ! He - I've always loved you- She - No . He ...
Conrad Aiken. He - Minikin ? She -- Manikin ? He - Will you listen to me ? She - No ! He - Will you listen to me ? She - No . He - Will you listen to me ? She - Yes . He -- I love you— She - No ! He - I've always loved you- She - No . He ...
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