Ophelia Walks
while you wondered, to be or not to be
I already knew my truth
to walk this world alone, my love
confused and mad with grief
water it calls to me, I ask
how deep do I drown my sorrows
for a man who never loved me
never wiped my tears, never held my hand
I knew my fate before anyone
to drift on endless tides tangled in the reeds
call me Ophelia once more, my love
I will hear you as I die
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