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Läs den, annars dödar jag dig! :P
Stop all the clocks, cut of the the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mournes come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the scy 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 Nort my South, my East and my 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.
Ja vi har dikttema just nu på engelskan,
jag valde att jobba med denna vackra dikt.
Tröttnar aldrig på den!
<3
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mournes come.
Scribbling on the scy the message
He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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.
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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