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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, |
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Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, |
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Silence the pianos and with muffled drum |
| [00:21.490] |
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. |
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead |
| [00:32.490] |
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, |
| [00:36.490] |
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, |
| [00:40.490] |
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. |
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, |
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My working week and my Sunday rest, |
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My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; |
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I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. |
| [01:14.490] |
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; |
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Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; |
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Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. |
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For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
