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,     off the telephone,
Prevent the dog      barking      a juicy bone,
Silence the        and with             
          the coffin,     the mourners come.
Let airplanes        moaning         
Scribbling on the sky the         He Is      
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic           wear black        gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working      and my        rest,
My       my midnight, my       my song;
I thought that love       last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars                     put out every one;
     up the moon and           the     
     away the ocean and sweep up the      
For nothing now can ever come to any      

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