Question

Put crepe bows around the white necks of the
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever; 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 come to any y good.
Vocabulary
Copie do texto o oposto dessas palavras abaixo.
a) old:
b) rarely:
c) poor.
d) nothing
e) hate:.
f) alive:
g) right:
h) never:
i) bad:
NEVER GIVE UP
ON YOUR
DREAMS.​

Answer 1

Resposta:

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