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8 u8 J: o! C) W( R我很喜欢这段朗诵了,但是自己学不来。朗诵和唱歌一样,不是会说话就行的。5 H% ?; Z+ }6 L) o. E6 y6 W5 g
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Funeral Blues 9 O' M' O! F0 p6 I5 N. e
" K" q/ u4 E. X: c0 k; p. R( _+ jStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
# A/ E W: O9 V$ M; FPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, ; n& o/ ]6 ^4 t
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
q8 P5 A2 s, EBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. : g% U. h5 J" p; }4 o6 e2 i2 e
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 6 F- @( I, h0 D$ Q/ ?. Y' C) H
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
5 R3 Z' m- u- D# H" p( j6 M' |: zPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 6 L+ P" r9 y2 R( _( _' k0 V9 ]& d4 q
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. # v% R9 G: T0 s% B' o# Z
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
3 ~; s$ B) G# w) D' T4 S- T1 ^4 C) L/ F3 cMy working week and my Sunday rest,
2 S! I+ E3 Q) p& |. Q: nMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
}6 i, p4 \; K* T5 V( hI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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* X3 O2 i# }$ }4 l' ?. v- vThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, & R0 c% X$ O5 D" `) L
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, ' B; O8 A3 G: b6 p) ]2 w
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; # j; y# R9 C* ~5 ^
For nothing now can ever come to any good. / d2 o6 H- u8 _4 F8 _0 m' @) d5 J" f
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