| "Stop
the clocks, cut off the telephone |
| Prevent the
dog from barking wirh 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 round the white necks of the public doves. |
| Let the
traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves. |
| He was our
North, our South, our East and West. Our working Week and our Sunday
rest. |
| Our noon,
our midnight, our Talk, our Song. |
| We thought
that love would last forever. |
|
| We were
wrong |
|
| The stars
are not wanted anymore, put out everyone. |
| Pack up the
moon and dismantle the sun. |
| Pour away
the ocean and sweep up the wood. |
| For nothing
now can ever come to any good." |
|
| Sleep in
peace and rest in mind. We will meet again on the other side. |
| We will see
you everyday in the sky - as the brightest Star shining to us and
keeping an eye on us. |
| Love you -
angel |
