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 telephone,
Prevent the     from barking      a       bone,
        the        and with muffled     
Bring out the         let the mourners come.
Let airplanes circle moaning overhead
           on the     the         He Is Dead,
Put       bows       the       necks of the        doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear       cotton gloves.
He was my        my South, my East and West,
My         week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my       my      
I thought that love would last for       I was wrong.
The stars are     wanted          out           
Pack up the moon and dismantle the     
     away the       and       up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any      

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