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Wednesday, 2 October 2013
Stop all the Clocks, Cut Off the Phone
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
W. A. Auden
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