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Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding dong.
Hark, now I hear them.
Ding-dong bell.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
The Tempest