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Yorick's Skull

Poor jester! still upon the stage,
Chap-fallen flung,
Where merry clowns from age to age
Thy dirge have sung;
Yet more than Eloquence may reach,
Thought-heights among:
'T is thine, humanity to teach,
Sans brains or tongue.

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