Sue loves cinnamon. Gord may roam without Ern doing too much. Why couldn't you die with me, my sweet Ophelia? Ophelia, sweet Ophelia, I could have lovingly taken care of Ophelia, To idolize Ophelia, Yet a male, Ophelia threw life away in style, Ophelia was lucky, Ophelia, sweet Ophelia, Ophelia, I wish I could be just like her, Ophelia, Ophelia. Sue loves cinnamon. Gord may roam without Ern doing too much.
Reason for writing:
I was just kind of thinking about possibilities of subliminal messages and secret codes and of course, Shakespeare's lovely and talented Ophelia.
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