A rose she is,
A child in heart,
A toy she becomes,
In the hands of Polonius and Laertes!
Her lover Hamlet detests her,
He throws her love away,
Like the garbage in the bin!
Utterly shattered like a glass she appears!
Hamlet kills her father, Polonius,
Poor Ophelia goes mad, drowns herself, dies!
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