Alla inlägg den 4 september 2010
Saknaden är oändlig.. sorgen ännu värre,
Gör ont...................................!
Min ängel..
”Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead He was my North, my South, my East and West, The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe 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 for ever: 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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