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As for me, you may ask how I will remember him. What I thought of him. Unfortunately, there I run out of words. Forgive me if I turn from my ownfeelings... ...to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say: Stop all the clocks Cut off the ___1_____ Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy___2____ Silence the ___3_____ And with muffled drum Bring out the coffin Let the mourners come. Let the aero-planes ___4_____ Moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the ___5_____ He is ___6_____ Put crepe bows around The white necks of the public ___7_____ Let ___8_____ policemen Wear black ___9_____ gloves. He was my North, my South, My East and West My ___10_____ ____11____ And my ___12_____ ___13_____ My ___14_____, my ___15_____, My ___16_____, my ___17_____ I thought that love would ___18_____forever: I was wrong. The ___19_____ are not wanted now Put out every one Pack up the __20______ And dismantle the sun Pour away the ___21_____ And sweep up the ___22_____ For nothing now can ever come to any good.