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By ELYSA GARDNER
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Two years ago, the American soprano Renée Fleming made an album called “Homage.” The idea was to pay tribute to legendary sopranos of the past. Ms. Fleming, too, is a legend — or will be one, in the fullness of time. She has her off nights, like everyone else. But, unlike everyone else, she is an immortal.

By ELYSA GARDNER
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By THE NEW YORK SUN
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|Two years ago, the American soprano Renée Fleming made an album called “Homage.” The idea was to pay tribute to legendary sopranos of the past. Ms. Fleming, too, is a legend — or will be one, in the fullness of time. She has her off nights, like everyone else. But, unlike everyone else, she is an immortal.
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