LIKE OPHELIA

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There is a willow grows aslant a brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the light of the glassy stream
There is a queen lying down on the sea
Showing her gold and her jewels
To the gazing young girls
Like Ophelia like a game in the water
Like Ophelia while the sun is going down
Like Ophelia like a game in the water
Like Ophelia while the sun is going down down down


MONOLOGO
Sometimes I ask myself who’ll save my queen
Who knows if she’ll be so bewitched
On the bottom of the sea
When the night comes I still lye on her lap
Diving my dreams in the waves of her salty skin
There is a willow grows aslant a brook
Like Ophelia


Like a game in the water
Like a mirror
you think you are flying but you are going down down down


MONOLOGO
There is a willow grows aslant a brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the light of the glassy stream