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.
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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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This afternoon my father rejoined my mother in the world that waits for us all. He was immensely proud of his children, and we of him. His grandchildren brought him joy. His final years were filled with contentment. Rest in peace, Dad. Thank you for everything.
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