*Mozart*
Die Zauberflöte
The
Opera
Singer,
In
A
Silken
Tent
Of
Teal,
Hits
Notes
So
High,
She
Seems
Unreal.
She
Moves
Her
Considerable
Heft
Six
Inches
To
The
Left,
And
Belts
Out
An
F
Flat
Nurtured
In
The
Depths
Of
Fat,
And
A
Trill
Of
High
C’s
That
Brings
The
Conductor
To
His
Knees.
The
Music
Swells
And
She
Rings
Coloratura
Bells
As
She
Sings
Mozart’s
Dreams
Caged
In
Art,
And
Steals
My
Heart.
The
Opera
Singer,
In
A
Silken
Tent
Of
Teal,
Hits
Notes
So
High,
She
Seems
Unreal.
She
Moves
Her
Considerable
Heft
Six
Inches
To
The
Left,
And
Belts
Out
An
F
Flat
Nurtured
In
The
Depths
Of
Fat,
And
A
Trill
Of
High
C’s
That
Brings
The
Conductor
To
His
Knees.
The
Music
Swells
And
She
Rings
Coloratura
Bells
As
She
Sings
Mozart’s
Dreams
Caged
In
Art,
And
Steals
My
Heart.
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