Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes.Nothing of him that doth fadeBut doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.
That’s boring?
Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes.Nothing of him that doth fadeBut doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.
That’s boring?