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, cut off the           
Prevent the          barking with a juicy bone,
        the        and with muffled     
          the         let the          come.
              circle moaning         
Scribbling on the     the message He Is      
Put       bows round the white       of the public doves,
    the traffic policemen      black cotton        
He was my        my        my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my       my song;
I thought that love       last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not        now: put out       one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the     
     away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For         now can      come to any good.

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