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Ophelia was a bride of God A novice Carmelite In sister cells The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girl A blue stocking suffragette Who remedied society between her cigarettes And Ophelia was the sweetheart To a nation overnight Curvaceous thighs Vivacious eyes Love was at first sight Love was at first sight Ophelia was a demigoddess in pre-war Babylon So statuesque a silhouette in black satin evening gowns Ophelia was the mistress To a Vegas gambling man Signora Ophelia Maraschina Mafia courtesan Ophelia was the circus queen The female cannonball Projected through five flaming hoops To wild and shocked applause To wild and shocked applause Ophelia was a tempest cyclone A goddamn hurricane Your common sense, your best defense Lay wasted and in vain For Ophelia'd know your every woe And every pain you'd ever had She'd sympathize and dry your eyes And help you to forget Help you to forget And help you to forget Ophelia's mind went wandering You'd wonder where she'd gone Through secret doors down corridors She wanders them alone All alone
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MollyGoLightly
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Poor girl. Can't identify with her too much. Have always been more of a Hamlet, myself...but that's neither here nor there...
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i wrote a poem about ophelia in the 12th grade. my teacher thought i was hallucinating when i wrote it because she knew that i had been sick. she teaches it to her classes every year when they read hamlet.
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OPHELIA'S INDISCRETION As he enters my room, half-dressed and eager-eyed, (double-standard now discarded with my belt), I revere Father's angry warning: "You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour." Yes, Father, when blood burns, Men have been known to say anything. Laertes, you warn my perfume will entice "of a minute- no more," You will threaten and thunder great violence --- Men have been known to say anything. But Brother (clueless as your sire), You mistake me. Come hither, my Hamlet, my sweet, sweet prince, Come hither to this night alone. Women have been known to do anything. 1999
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distorted tendencies
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Where art thou fair Ophelia? Drown'd in her beautiful sweetness.
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squint
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easier to drown, is it? *sigh* no method in HER madness. what a shame, she had such potential.
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III i 87-88
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in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered
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cresentwhench
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Ophelia describes me perfekt-ly.
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Laura
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how do I make her thoughts into my words?
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quilltip
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ophelia and juliet are sisters. ophelia and juliet. ophelia. hamlet didn't know what he was getting into. but then, neither did romeo.
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sabbie
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'pheli has always been one of my favs. she was a water sprite sent to the world to fulfill a specific role, and then she got to go home.
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erazure
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we were all drowning
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emmi
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ophelia was crazy and beautiful and gave out flowers... today she would be a nut house with no flowers around, chained to her bed and drugged up on antidepressants and tranquilisers etc
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the ungreat
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I was Ophelia to your Hamlet. Your betraying mother, Your past too painful. Our brief intense fling left me devastated, And I too only wished to drown. I wanted to lose control, Slip into the lovely water, Tinged pink. It was you I loved, And you realized it all too late. I'm Ophelia personified, No nunnery will have me now.
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what's it to you?
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