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| Start spreading the dirt, I'm digging today. I'm gonna exhume my old friend. I knew Yorick, knew Yorick! | |
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| The poisoned ex-king is seeking revenge. Right through his melancholy son who knew Yorick, knew Yorick! | |
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| I'm gonna kill Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern, and off my bastard uncle, and his one lad, Hand me that sword, I smell a rat! | |
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| These heartthrobs of mine are floating away. I fear I've lost a lass alas. And Yorick, poor Yorick. And if the body count's 8, Not to be is my fate. | |
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