and  ran t beautiful little play, or ted it. After tted to go be ume. It ing over ly, sigue, to an immense audience. I  learning to speak, and ed il I could say it perfectly. Imagine my deligood to  ation stretco greet me.

    Is it not true, t my life s limitations touc many points tiful?

    Everyts ate I may be in, to be content.

    Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and  at lifes s gate.

    Beyond t, and music, and s companions I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars tion  is still undisciplined and passionate; but my tongue  utter tter, futile  rise to my lips, and to my  like unsears. Silence sits immense upon my soul. t;tfulness.quot; So I try to make t in others lips my happiness.