O Captain! my Captain!
our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack,
the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear,
the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel,
the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman

Rest in Peace Robin Williams

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