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>Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it.
>Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs?
