User:Saschaporsche

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I'm Saschaporsche, started my first Wiki changes in 2008, made my first page in 2009. I really enjoy taking part in this great project ! Please do feel free to contact me if you have any questions about my contributions!

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Funeral blues, W.H. Auden
 * 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 overhead
 * Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
 * Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
 * Let the 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 woods;
 * For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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