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9 {4 ]- n$ g6 a% K& Z0 f6 N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。" O `9 x0 a' Y# Y9 X# }
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Funeral Blues 8 G% W% U4 b% H9 S3 F6 b
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
/ m8 C1 Z- C1 `8 c, EPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, $ ^: U/ A/ i4 D7 s7 V o
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum e) N; P* K+ u5 A9 n$ j# H
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 5 B& y4 I, A& t7 Y7 q
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 4 U }$ S1 S. ?' ~9 ~# W/ ?
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 5 q8 k0 p5 P f% B0 J7 w
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, " H) D+ W, T9 k3 L, O P+ w7 G
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. # o I% a; k0 t" @$ h8 u) G- ]
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
+ p, T8 B; {- }' G1 EMy working week and my Sunday rest,
: _+ ?1 ^8 Z' T) W/ i xMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
$ E" }" ?' I4 s+ ~% B1 f( h- dI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ! E/ i9 W$ S3 Y: K1 g
( E6 M0 P! z7 w1 eThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
- s% e/ r% ^) u/ OPack up the moon and dismantle the sun, ( H9 _0 R [1 P$ f! u: q
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; ) N1 I0 n% s2 V" x
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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