Think of Cordelia's love
For her foolish father
Who thought love
Could be measured
Or expressed enough
When it is not staged ----
Think of the victims
Who died for loving
Spilt blood as red as
Their jealous progenitors
Betrayed after being
By the infamy incurred -----
The daughters returning
In their dreams, toddle
Trustingly into their arms.
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