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- |0 q4 ?$ F. h2 n6 @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。/ L* }# P/ ?0 H
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Funeral Blues
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. k Q7 \ u' @4 D9 \3 y! U1 Y kStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, ; i0 C+ o% r; h8 f) l' n7 B9 f
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
" T7 }6 |" f+ i, g* \: KSilence the pianos and with muffled drum
' _; z9 f2 V j4 ?; _; gBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 1 m% m) D# m( o( a# H
* C& e* M! E4 [* Y$ MLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead ; Z% l6 T4 ^3 ]$ C5 J8 f8 `; ~7 Y
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 2 Y9 k1 ?" e, K$ |4 B1 j. O! L
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 9 Y4 z9 ~2 W! J
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
' k( S* V( ]# u' \; KMy working week and my Sunday rest,
5 J W8 C- ]$ r' X% z" cMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
: p4 k e( b# {0 Z& z# iI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. & y0 B. f& Z" u) b# ^
+ C4 {4 y7 [/ O2 O$ _3 yThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, / \1 Q$ u1 L! C) ~- L) w
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
2 `+ @/ S, U7 P8 ?+ t8 lPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; " F% v A( E: Q& f7 j% D; k% q# K* b
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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