WH Auden's poem - Funeral Blues (OST Four Weddings and a Funeral) | Текст песни

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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: 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.

*люблю тебя, мой Ру-Ру

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