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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=122603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Funeral Blues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=122603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.<br>Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<br>Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<br>Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=122603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<br>Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,<br>Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<br>Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=122603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was my North, my South, my East and West,<br>My working week and my Sunday rest<br>My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<br>I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=122603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,<br>Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.<br>Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;<br>For nothing now can ever come to any good.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Wystan+Hugh+Auden">Wystan Hugh Auden</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Wystan+Hugh+Auden&d=Song+IX+%2F+from+Two+Songs+for+Hedli+Anderson">Song IX / from Two Songs for Hedli Anderson</a></em></div>