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 off the telephone,
Prevent the dog      barking with a       bone,
Silence the pianos and      muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the               
Let airplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the         He Is Dead,
               round the       necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen      black        gloves.
He was my        my        my East and West,
My              and my Sunday rest,
My       my           my       my song;
I thought      love would      for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are            now: put     every one;
Pack up the      and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and       up the wood.
For nothing     can           to any good.

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