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Hamlet Past
Was or was not? 'Twas questioned and quenched.
Suffered, as was noble, arrows slung at outrageous fortune,
futile arms against a Sea of troubles.
But now friend and foe are dead, gone, asleep, no more.
What duality has shuffled off its mortal coil?
Vanquished, remembered, Forgiven?
'Twas not dreamt nor corpus vexed,
nor past or hence.
'Twas merely a player,
'tis only a stage.
