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发帖数: 9616 | 1 【 以下文字转载自 LoveNLust 讨论区 】
发信人: eightmile (8mile), 信区: LoveNLust
标 题: toinght参加完charity party回来，想起这段老文
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Sat Oct 9 21:09:55 2010, 美东)
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking
with a juicy bonel, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the
coffin, let the mourners come. Let the 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 traffic policemen wear black, cotton
gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, and West. My working week and my
Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love
would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every
one, 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." |
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