John Hannah Lyrics, After the Funeral (W.H. Auden Poem) Lyrics
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| John Hannah
- After the Funeral (W.H. Auden Poem) Lyrics Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves He was my North, my South, my East and West My workingweek and my Sundayrest My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood For nothing now can ever come to any good
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