Thursday, May 24, 2012

We'll use this music

For the words:

Full fathom five thy mother lies;
Of her bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were her eyes;
Nothing of her that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring her knell:
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.

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