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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