Funeral Blues

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Can you complete W. H. Auden's Funeral Blues?

Featured Apr 3, 2009

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Stop all the         cut off the           
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy      
Silence the pianos and      muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Scribbling on the sky the         He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows       the white necks of the public doves,
    the         policemen wear black cotton        
He was my North, my South, my      and West,
My              and my Sunday rest,
My       my midnight, my       my      
I thought that      would last for ever: I was       
The stars are                 put           one;
Pack up the      and dismantle the sun;
Pour      the       and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now     ever come to any good.

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