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1 \/ ^) S7 `- s' l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。/ ~1 X8 g5 C% I
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8 `0 K9 W. }, b$ r+ J+ ?, `Funeral Blues 9 q# `/ I) T3 K/ [& I
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, # p* T, M( V) X3 d' k+ O, @
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
: F5 ?& |- V: Z' [Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
/ L' V% L) n2 {1 I5 KBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. . X) |+ [3 s5 U
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
, ^! N4 ~+ O" p* PScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. ; n/ u& n! @2 g* | W# S5 X- O
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
8 d7 T% A% c$ GLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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6 w+ r) K6 u M. ~4 s* [He was my North, my South, my East and West,
* a' T* x. O& z8 O% X3 L$ AMy working week and my Sunday rest,
# ?8 @7 F b" p# HMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; " C$ I& s, P0 `' R- E
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
, _2 m1 L( C5 u7 _! |: a! _9 E6 ePack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
8 K" C6 h6 J9 O7 w# sPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
5 S6 b! }/ [4 u. ^7 nFor nothing now can ever come to any good. 2 R: q+ y+ \$ u! C5 y" P/ C
8 K5 ~1 b# [* O' L* w2 \. }W.H. Auden |
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