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PERFECT WORKS 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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THE PERFECT WORKPut crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North
CONTENTSLITERATUREPut 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.
VIEWPOINTTITLELITERATURE - AND ARTPut crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South,
THIS INPUT SUBTITLEPut 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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PERFECT WORKSPut 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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THE WORKStop 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.
LITERATURE - AND ARTStop 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.
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THIS INPUT TITLEPUT CREPE BOWS ROUND THE WHITE NECKS OF PUBLIC DOVES, LET THE TRAFFIC POLICEMEN WEAR BLACK COTTON GLOVES.
LITERATURE - AND ARTTHE PERFECT WORKPut 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.
LITERATURE - AND ARTPUT 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.
THE HEADLINESStop 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.
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LITERATURE - AND ARTStop 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.
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