Stop all the clocks

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stop all the clocks Cut off the cell phone, 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 airplane circle moaning overhead, scribbling on the sky. The message He's dead put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves that the traffic policeman where black card and loves 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 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. Don't be a charred in 1938