I - Hamlet. my blood runs cold…


I - Hamlet. my blood runs cold,
When the network weaves deceit,
And in the heart - first love
Alive - a unique in the world.

You, Ophelia my,
He stole away the life of the cold,
I Gibney, prince, in my native land
Poisoned blade stabbed.

6 February 1914

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