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And now I will do it.
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- If I can cut his throat...
- Tearing off my heart...
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- Oh, my precious sword!
- I long for my life!
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And for that I do
this same villain,
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and send to heaven.
They bore him.
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Barefaced on the bier
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And in his grave
rained many a tear
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Fare you well, my dove
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And will you not come again?
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What has become of her?
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Dear maid, kind sister,
sweet Ophelia.