Casio:Laugh, Pagliacci, at your broken love! Laugh at the pain that poisions your heart! he fades away Duke: Women are fickles, like a feather in the wind, she changes her voice in thought. Choir boys: We are here, here we are! Sounds, dazzling trumpets! Tatatatatata! they trumpet Suzanne: Women, see whether it's in my heart. Madame Butterfly: This will all come to pass. As I tell you, Banish, your idle fear for he will return, I know it! Cavardossi: Never was life so dear to me, never!
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