moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky
the message He Is Dead.
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Put Crepe Bows Round The White Necks Of Public Doves, Let The Traffic Policemen Wear Black Cotton Gloves. He Was My North, My South, My East And West.
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Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black
cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West.
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PUT CREPE BOWS ROUND THE WHITE NECKS OF PUBLIC DOVES, LET THE TRAFFIC POLICEMEN WEAR BLACK COTTON GLOVES.
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THE PERFECT WORK
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black
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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
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Put crepe bows round the white necks of public
doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East
coffin, let the mourners come.
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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
cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West.
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PUT CREPE BOWS ROUND THE WHITE NECKS OF PUBLIC DOVES, LET THE TRAFFIC POLICEMEN WEAR BLACK COTTON GLOVES. HE WAS MY NORTH, MY SOUTH, MY EAST AND WEST.
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Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South,
THE WORK
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
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THE PERFECT WORK
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He