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Sweetheart;- guess she
is about done so will
bid you goodnight
Tomorrow morning I get
your loving Sunday
letters ; none today but
the telegram ; Oh
how tiresome it is to have
the public gaze at you
and focus their opera glasses
on you and tell you you
are beautiful and that
you sing divinely when
you would so much rather
have just one person look
at you and tell you
you are beautiful- Tis
love that makes the world
endurable. Well sweetheart
a tender loving kiss
from the Prima donna

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