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The King's Return - text


Skies that an over my head
Heaven or hell is this emissary from?
Cheating my soul art my eyes!
How canst such resemblance exist?

No! Among sun and moon resembles there is
The most correct word for that I see is: Equality
This sensation that drowns my spirit makes me
Call thee Hamlet, King of Denmark, my father!

I do not fear for my life, because
I'm so immortal as thee
And there's no way to lose something
That doth not belong to us
Go ahead, I'll follow thee and soon
I'll now the reasons...
Why hath the king returned...

Tell me, my beloved father
What made thee rip out thy shroud
And walk once again in a world
That doth not belong to thee anymore?

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