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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:

     Hark! now I hear them,—

        Ding, dong, Bell.