Love's old, old story of a total surrender.
And then, as the last melody died away, the Hungarian witch softly sighed, "The shadows are already stealing in! We have stolen a few happy moments, mon ami.

Ships that meet, and speak, and pass.

I will not say Adieu! I will only say that I hope to meet you again.
But your world and mine are so different.

I have my career to make, and you must go on and be a money prince.

There are no other princes in your workaday America!" Madame Raffoni was nodding in an alcove when the enraptured Randall Clayton caught the diva's hand.