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Stop all the clocks,
Cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking
With a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos
And with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin
Let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle
Mourning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky
The message "He is dead."
Put crepe-boards around the necks
Of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen
Wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south,
My east and west
My working week,
And my sunday rest
My noon, my midnight
My talk, my song
I thought that love
Would last forever;
I was wrong.
The stars are not needed now
Put out every one,
Pack up the moon
And dismantle the sun,
Put away the ocean
And sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever
Come to any good.
--I'm sorry about my last post. I was venting. I'm not really mad at everyone. I do love you all, dearly.
Without you I would have nothing.
Cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking
With a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos
And with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin
Let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle
Mourning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky
The message "He is dead."
Put crepe-boards around the necks
Of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen
Wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south,
My east and west
My working week,
And my sunday rest
My noon, my midnight
My talk, my song
I thought that love
Would last forever;
I was wrong.
The stars are not needed now
Put out every one,
Pack up the moon
And dismantle the sun,
Put away the ocean
And sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever
Come to any good.
--I'm sorry about my last post. I was venting. I'm not really mad at everyone. I do love you all, dearly.
Without you I would have nothing.