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.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows roundthe white necksof public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,

“四個婚禮和一個葬禮”這樣，那樣，都是愛情的模樣
轉(zhuǎn)載請注明網(wǎng)址: http://www.mmedi.cn/archives/id-20634.html