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,         the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy      
        the pianos and with             
      out the coffin, let the mourners      
Let                  moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows       the white       of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear              gloves.
He was my        my        my East and      
My working week and my Sunday      
My noon, my midnight, my       my song;
I         that      would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars     not wanted      put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the     
          the ocean and sweep up the      
For nothing now can      come to any      

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