Enrico Caruso Recondita armonia
Recondita armonia Tosca Enrico Caruso What strange and lovely harmony of such different beauties How dark is Floria, this ardent love of mine. And you, mysterious beauty, long and blond flowing tresses how your eyes are skyblue, Tosca s eyes are blacknight. Art, too, with its many mysteries, blends all together such different beauties. But though I paint another, my only thought is you, oh, my only thought is you, Tosca, is you, is you
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