Honestly dear Hamlet you get it all wrong
It's to love or not to love
For which being alone exists
But you didn't dare to ask
That embarrassing question
Your bright intellect and sad father
Kept getting in the way
And when you came back to us
As Young Werther and the project
Could no longer be avoided
Were you pre-disposed to feel
Its promise came too late
So now when you walk
Our noisy streets at last
With your skull and bones
In your hands be honest
For once and admit it
You still don't understand love
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