viernes, 1 de noviembre de 2013

And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away and moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul !

Ophelia In
Hamlet, iv.5


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