Yes,
I swear I will find her.
Love,
love, move me:
If
she were in the lap of Jupiter
I
would find her.
Beloved,
dear proof
That
at least gratifies me
Ah! The
lip and the breast
How I
will cling to you!
We
will fly, we will ask,
We
will seek, we will find.
Sweet
hope, cold fear,
Inside
my heart
They
are fighting;
Love,
love,
Give
me guidance.
Ramon Vargas in
Rossini's Cenerentola.
Met,
1997
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