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Funeral Blues
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W. H. Auden
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves He was my North, my South, my East and West My working week and my Sunday rest My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood For nothing now can ever come to any good
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