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+      <h1>Bloggings</h1>
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+        <h2>Funeral blues</h2>
+        <h3>2026-05-07</h3>
+        <h4>A poem by W.H.Auden (1907-1973)</h4>
+        <p>This poem was read in the film "Four marriages and a funeral"</p>
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+        <p>I just stumbled upon it and wanted to write it down.</p>
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+        <code>
+Funeral Blues 
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+Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. 
+Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 
+
+Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 
+Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 
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+Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 
+Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead, 
+
+Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
+Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 
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+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 forever, I was wrong. 
+
+The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
+Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. 
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+Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; 
+For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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