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   'Madam Butterfly' passionately depicts the consequences of obsessive devotion.  One good day, we will see, Arising a strand of smoke. Over the far horizon on the sea, And then the ship appears. Do you see it? He is coming! I don't go down to meet him, not I. I stay upon the edge of the hill, I wait a long time and do not grow weary A man, a little speck Climbing the hill. And as he arrives He will call Butterfly, he will, he will. Stay hidden, a little to tease him, A little as to not die. At the first meeting, He will call,"Little One, Dear Wife!". The names he called me at his last coming. All this will happen, I promise you this Hold back your fears, I with secure faith waiting for him. Giacomo Puccini
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