| [00:07.53] | Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone |
| [00:13.78] | Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone |
| [00:20.04] | Silence the pianos and with muffled drum |
| [00:26.46] | Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come |
| [00:30.53] | |
| [00:32.88] | Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead |
| [00:39.54] | Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead |
| [00:45.95] | Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves |
| [00:52.37] | Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves |
| [00:57.08] | |
| [00:59.28] | He was my North, my South, my East and West |
| [01:07.32] | My working week and my Sunday rest |
| [01:13.94] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
| [01:20.98] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong |
| [01:30.66] | |
| [01:34.61] | The stars are not wanted now; put out every one |
| [01:41.15] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun |
| [01:47.44] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
| [01:53.83] | For nothing now can ever come to any good |
| [02:00.02] | |
| [02:02.23] | He was my North, my South, my East and West |
| [02:10.43] | My working week and my Sunday rest |
| [02:16.65] | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
| [02:23.85] | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong |
| [02:30.58] | I was wrong |
| [02:33.69] | |
| [02:35.80] | The stars are not wanted now; put out every one |
| [02:42.15] | Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun |
| [02:48.27] | Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
| [02:54.97] | For nothing now can ever come to any good |
| [03:00.56] | For nothing now can ever come to any good |
| [03:07.86] | For nothing now can ever come to any good |
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