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 clocks,     off the telephone,
        the dog from barking with a juicy      
        the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,     the mourners come.
Let           circle moaning         
Scribbling on the     the         He Is      
          bows round the white necks of the        doves,
    the                   wear       cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my      and      
My working      and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would      for       I was wrong.
The       are not wanted now:     out every one;
     up the      and           the sun;
Pour away the       and sweep up the      
For nothing now can      come to any good.

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