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I am an opera singer
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where I'm going
And where to throw my cape
I call my co-star's brother
I call my co-star's name
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi's play
And every single morning
By 10 a.m. I'm dressed
My rehearsals last
For hours and hours
With dilligence
I have been blessed
Some people
They call me monster
Some people
They call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no one will complain
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I've sung for kings in Europe
And emporers in Japan
And after each performance
People stand
Around and wave
Just to tell me that
They love my voice
Just to tell me that
I'm great
I am an opera singer
I will sing when
You're all dead
I sing the mountains
Crumbling apart
I sing what can't be said
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem
To know my name
Or at least know
Who I am
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