Funeral Blues

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

Featured Apr 3, 2009

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Stop     the clocks,     off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,     the          come.
Let airplanes        moaning overhead
Scribbling on the     the         He Is      
Put       bows round the white necks of the public       
Let the traffic policemen            cotton gloves.
He was my North, my        my      and West,
My working      and my Sunday      
My noon, my           my       my song;
I thought that love            for       I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put           one;
     up the moon and           the sun;
Pour      the       and sweep up the      
For nothing     can ever come to any      

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