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Ophelia was a bride of god |
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A novice Carmelite |
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In sister cells the cloister bells |
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Tolled on her wedding night |
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Ophelia was a rebel girl |
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A blue stocking suffragette |
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Who remedied society |
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Between her cigarettes |
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Ophelia was a sweetheart |
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To the nation over night |
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Curvaceous thighs |
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Vivacious eyes |
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Love was at first sight... |
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Ophelia was a demigoddess |
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In pre war Babylon |
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So statuesque a silhouette |
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In black satin evening gowns |
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Ophelia was the mistress to a |
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Vegas gambling man |
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Signora Ophelia Maraschina |
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Mafia courtesan |
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Ophelia was a circus queen |
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The female cannonball |
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Projected through five flaming hoops |
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To wild and shocked applause... |
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Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone |
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A god damned hurricane |
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Your common sense |
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Your best defense |
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Lay wasted and in vain |
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Ophelia'd know your every woe |
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And pain you'd ever had |
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She'd sympathize |
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And dry your eyes |
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And help you to forget... |
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Ophelia's mind went wandering |
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You'd wonder where she'd gone |
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Through secret doors |
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Down corridors |
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She'd wander them alone |
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All alone... |
