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; u) P9 O% S: ~4 V5 P# v2 f1 b# t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。: w5 X! T, {+ n6 R S( `* h
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Funeral Blues ! T+ w+ k5 A* R; L+ t) `# {8 U! Q
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
! Y3 O8 u& f& \. U, H2 y fPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 9 c. a, W0 h6 ] ^
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
4 e6 `* @6 [. ~" tBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. ! T' _' j4 }0 S
, i5 B: }3 N& A+ w; I) ^& m3 wLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead " y0 m: ^) b" N. X
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. / d7 r. X( @4 \9 P% |7 T% M3 F9 ?
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 9 Q) S* D4 G* }4 y! d$ [
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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4 c6 h2 A6 L% S" A+ H& N8 w2 |$ SHe was my North, my South, my East and West, 0 z9 @* i( B% X2 L6 J0 { B! p3 n
My working week and my Sunday rest, % V1 m# r/ j2 ~7 B$ p3 ]
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; ! k0 l3 w# w3 U
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 o C$ V- |# R/ L0 sPack up the moon and dismantle the sun, ! u2 k) J m# }# h; g' y0 N7 x2 z
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
8 c% O6 S: l2 j4 j! p7 d7 ]9 `# YFor nothing now can ever come to any good. " A; e9 n4 g' `9 q1 M! J! k( W4 x8 J
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