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The Song of the Lark
Romeo
Julia, Julia, I hear the lark singing,
and that compels us to part.
I must away from you.
Julia:
Romeo, Romeo,
It is the nightingale singing.
The night lasts yet for hours,
do not go away from me.
Stay right here – stay yet here - live with me.
Both
You to love in the morning-grey,
sleeping in your trusting arms.
You to love.
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
