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Created on: November 24, 2008
Rompryska, oh ye female of high voice
soaring above all notes and keys that be
Rompryska sensual soprano is ye
emerging from thine inner self
to fill halls of opera by thine shrike
that maketh ears and senses oh erotic
of sensitivity
Rompryska, mezzo soprano
not exclusive to thine voice
thou performs for thine
fleshy body drips of earthy
sexuality oh, gypsy of Spain
who parts way with pain from
dagger of jealousy
Rompryska, flirtatious soprano
thy be on to ye admirer
tramp of night groaning
in thine streaking aria
to eyes ever upon
luscious corpulence for it be ye
who beeth songbird la Boheme
in nature oh, mia cara Musseta
Rompryska, sentimental soprano
ye, oh lady vanity
intruder on upper crust
thou charms via ye grace
as Violetta to thine Alfredo
so dashing for ye oh, Traviata
Rompryska, ardent soprano
of myth be ye
descendent from Wanton
thine Valhalla ruler
as thou art Sieglinde
lover to the one who dub
thee sister for brother
to ye be Sigmund
Rompryska astute soprano
ye be of wit to thine Figaro
in marriage of love
comedy of many who seek
ye likewise for desire of thine
beauty from Cherubino in
boyish folly to he who master all
Rompryska, Tatra soprano
oh, youthful maiden
of Slavic mountainous land
Halka be thine naivety
thou loving be in fault
of selfless victim
Rompryska, Siberian soprano
in provincial simplicity ye
delivers adoration to he
unappreciative being, Onegin
Moscow socialite of seductive ways
all be in letter of emotion
to thine lust of little trust
in the one he be late for
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