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Tosca
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Now, listen... I have a performance tonight.
But, it's a short work.
Wait for me at the stage door.
We'll go to your villa... alone.
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Cavaradossi
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Tonight?
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Tosca
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The moon will be full.
The fragrance of the flowers
will be intoxicating.
Will that please you?
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Cavaradossi
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Very much.
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Tosca
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You don't sound convinced...
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Don't you yearn for our little house,
hidden in the woods,
our sacred nest, unknown to all the world,
full of love and mystery?
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Together, in the silent,
star-filled shadows,
we'll listen to all the sounds of the night.
From bushes and briars, from the dry grasses,
from the depths of ancient tombs,
fragrant with thyme,
emerge whispers of tiny loves,
and flattering counsels
that melt hearts.
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Flower, you immense fields;
Blow, ocean breezes.
in the radiance of the moon's glow.
Rain down rapture, you starry vaults!
The madness of love burns in Tosca's blood!
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Cavaradossi
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You've caught me in your snare, my siren!
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Tosca
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The madness of love burns in Tosca's blood!
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Cavaradossi
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Now, let me get back to work.
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Tosca
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Are you sending me away?
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Cavaradossi
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I must get on with my work.
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Tosca
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I'm going.
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