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Tamino asks :
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Does Pamina still live?
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The invisible choir responds :
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Pamina still lives!
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Listen to the strange, ingenious
partition of the syllables.
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This is no longer
the name of a young woman,
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it is a magic formula,
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an incantation.
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A naive text, a commanded work,
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And yet the highest
manifestation of art.
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What do you think Mr. Artist?
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Excuse me. I call myself artist,
short of a better word.
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In my creative work,
nothing is evident,
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rather it is a compulsion.
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Without me wanting it, I have
been classified as something "exceptional",
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5-legged calf, monster.
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I have never fought for
that position,
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nor am I fighting to keep it.
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Sure enough, I have felt
megalomania lick my forehead
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but I believe I am immune.
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It is sufficient to think
about the small importance
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of art
in today's world.
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To cool down.
Yet my compulsion remains.
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What an artist!
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What bravery!
How clear-minded!
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I want to propose a toast to our,
not just a genious,
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but an equally strong thinker!
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A rose in your hair...
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Oh! I scrathed you with my nail!
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You're bleeding.
Here, my handkerchief.
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It is clean.
How could I be so clumsy?
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Relax. You have drunk too much.
Come be with me now.