Poor Yorick
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Barry Middleton
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I look at him
he looks at me
he's not the man
he used to be
poor Yorick
the jester's skull
is not unkind
he lost his soul
he lost his mind
poor Yorick
he lost his lips
he lost his skin
he's not the man
he might have been
poor Yorick
I look at him
he looks at me
I'm not the man
I used to be
poor Yorick
a silent chat
by him and me
two mindless skulls
that came to be
poor Yorick
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