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         cut     the telephone,
Prevent the dog      barking with a juicy bone,
        the        and with muffled drum
      out the coffin,     the mourners come.
Let airplanes circle         overhead
           on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put       bows round the white       of the        doves,
    the traffic policemen            cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and      
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought      love       last for       I was       
The stars are            now:         every     
     up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour      the       and sweep up the      
For nothing     can ever come to any good.

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