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Funeral A Poem For The Dead

I shall not want a past that now is lost Silence and grief, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long rue

yours I shall not want a past that now is lost Silence and grief, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long

Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin

drink of me, at last Where are the sweet poems Pieces of the whole Pictures of you, violins To indulge my broken soul Rain, music you wrote For your beloved dead

in the sewers Of course they?re dead and withering But so are you?aren?t we, dear? Ceremonial aura A disgusting samba Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding A

yoo-hoo I feel great, a basket full of snakes Upon the tablets, a long beard, a stone I still scrape A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve

yoo-hoo I feel great, a basket full of snakes Upon the tablets, a long beard, a stone I still scrape A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve