It is with great sadness that I share the news that another Soldier has gone home... Stop all the clocks, cut off the 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 aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message he is Dead Put crepe bows around the white necks of public doves Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves He was our North, our South, our East, our West Our working week and our Sunday best Our Noon, Our midnight, Our Talk, Our Song, We thought that love would last for ever: we were wrong The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 16:01:15 +0000
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