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' M4 H+ v9 x6 s5 X1 [3 a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。
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" v2 a' c- w% s ZFuneral Blues
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+ ^$ M/ \- W* z- U- n6 d! F8 U/ @Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, ) n$ H) R9 B$ T( u; ~7 d
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, , @5 v u) b& N' W+ o" N: c+ w
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
5 H6 o4 @3 ~3 Z( {/ r9 W) f. PBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. $ O& a% l8 f( k. R/ a; i% G9 y
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead . Y) G f+ L" t$ b! u8 N& H
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
$ i6 i$ f: _0 Z2 Y# |8 S! z6 ZPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
* O0 V( T$ h& `9 a9 E: {Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. & L. w! j3 ?- t! S
, V# x3 O- [- L$ f# `- JHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
0 s9 s$ K3 p! e2 S8 }8 H. IMy working week and my Sunday rest,
' C" m2 m" v. C# ]4 qMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; ) n p& r6 H- G9 s8 @: b; e
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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0 R$ R' p. X$ |1 E& kThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
+ q$ I% v" ]% X( W- {! VPack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 5 E5 ]% c4 w% W+ X: N/ I- t+ N2 R# P
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; ) y( l2 n. p7 d6 i- }# t
For nothing now can ever come to any good. 4 i# Y" {' D. g9 _! [8 N$ j
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