You have returned your earthly weight
to the brook
And so she has rid you of your sorrows.
To the flora, she says,
who embraced you in your pain.
Amongst ceaseless insanity she has promised peace,
And now sweet death herself whispers to you a tranquil melody;
"Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love."
- Raynestorme's blog
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