letra de funeral blues - benjamin britten
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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 m-ffled 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 working week and my sunday rest
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
i thought that love would last for ever: 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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