I'm Hamlet now. Freezes blood,
When the perfidy waves laces,
While love is first - and lives in heart
For her - the one in times and spaces.
Ophelia, my dear friend,
You got away by cold fierce,
And, Prince, I'm dying in my land,
With poisoned swords in fighting pierced.
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