O gentle Hamlet what affects you so?
Is it love at heart or madness of the soul?
I love you like my kin but I need coins
Damn my greed but I still love you so
Polonius hath talked so much of you
He sees your face so changed with grief of time
He wants to help but you reject it through
Know that facing pain helps to break the curse
But the spell of illness cures with truth
For living with the pain hurts any man
I know your father's death has shocked you so
But censuring Gertrude will do no good
She hadst pained dear Hamlet and I can tell
I see your gentle face but let her go
She loves the king with her heart's all
Know this is a time of pain for me
And know dearest Hamlet that I am here
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