Dikt

Stop all the clocks,cut
off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from
barking with a juicy
bone,
Silenece the pianos and
with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,let
the mourners come.

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.


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