Romeo - Son to Montague:
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. It is my lady. Oh, it is my love. Oh, that she knew she were! See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:20