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They're not here yet.
You must fall when they fire.
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| Cavaradossi
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Don't worry.
I will fall quite naturally.
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| Tosca |
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Speak to me as you spoke before.
How sweet is the sound of your voice!
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| Tosca and Cavaradossi
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United and exultant, our love will spread,
throughout the world.
Harmonies of color and song!
Triumphant, with new hope, our souls tremble in increasing heavenly splendor.
And in harmonious flight, our souls soar to the ecstasy of love.
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A firing squad has assembled on the rampart; Spoletta gives instructions.
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I'll close your eyes with a thousand kisses and a thousand
words of love.
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