A Letter To Ophelia
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Art thou really pure? Are thou beautiful?
If thou believe in those virtues,
Thou must fear the dawn,
For suffering rides with the wind
The strenght of beauty brings
A grape wine bearing rotten fruits
And indeed slaves thy soul.
Lock thyself into a convent
Condemn thyself to liveth on prayers
Don’t give birth to sinners as
Everybody else doth
But if thou intend to break the laws
As a gift a plague
I shalt give thee
Thou shouldst be pure as the ice,
Pure as the snow,
There won't hast places to
Hide thyself from the lies
If thou insist in follow this way,
Search for a fool,
Incapable to see difference
Between sun and moon
Those who hast received my warning
Know thee make
Angels into demons
God gave thee a face
But thou hast painted another one
For thine own greedy use
Thou hide whereof is inside
Walking slowly,
Thou drive men crazy
Thou and thy sweet and sublime voice
Art as charming as a mermaid
A beautiful mermaid and tuneful mermaid
Remember these words,
For I'll tell them only once
Shame on thine acts.
Save what's immortal
Because my body's death
Will burn only a part of sins
Other marriages won't happen anymore
Go and keep with thee
The remains of thy life
Thou who hast wrought
Malice into stupidity
And this play hath put me
In the role of a crazy actor
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