Funeral Blues

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

Featured Apr 3, 2009

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     all the clocks,     off the telephone,
Prevent the dog      barking with a juicy      
        the pianos and with muffled     
      out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let airplanes circle moaning         
           on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put       bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear              gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My         week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought           would      for ever: I was wrong.
The       are            now:     out       one;
     up the      and dismantle the     
Pour      the ocean and       up the      
For nothing     can ever come to          

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