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We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

We Do Not Die Of Anguish, We Live On. We Continue To Suffer. We Drink The Cup Drop By Drop.

The World Will Know And Understand Me Someday. But If That Day Does Not Arrive, It Does Not Greatly Matter. I Shall Have Opened The Way For Other Women.

A Day Will Come When Everything In My Life Will Be Changed, When I Shall Do Good To Others, When Some One Will Love Me, When I Shall Give My Whole Heart To The Man Whi Gives Ne His; Neanwhile, U Will Suffer In Silence And Keep My Love As A Reward For Him Who Shall Set Me Free.

Years Do Not Always Make Age.