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.Hamlet, poor misunderstood Hamlet
Seems your pain is nothing for the world
And your feelings well shown are useless
But don’t loose your faith Hamlet
Things happen for a reason
And your poor father knew that before death
Lack of expression
Your mourning goes on
Even if your mother’s gone
Crazy or just very depressed?
They’ll think your crazy all the time
Tell them, and let them know you are not
To be or not to be you ask yourself
Talk about humanity’s fears as if they weren’t yours
But you know, oh yes you know Hamlet
You know you fear death too
Or else you would be underground already
Pessimistic thoughts travel your mind
You would prefer not to be rather than to be
What prevents that dear Hamlet?
Oh I know your secret, it is your fear
As the rest of us, you are not special at all
You fear it, you fear death
You fear the words of your father
Your dead father talking about purgatory
The mystery frightens you so much
You can not take your own life
You are no aberration to my eyes dear Hamlet
After all death is what you got
Honorable death if I may say
Honor for your country
Honor for your family,
The royal family,
Honor for yourself
And after all we come to see more than just madness
More than a broken heart
More than a simple revenge
Is a weeping heart of a man after loosing,
Loosing so much, life didn’t have a meaning anymore
And now you young sly Hamlet
Shall be forever remember and honor by humanity
For eternity and so on
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