写戴安娜的诗歌谁有？

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 on the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put cute bows round the white necks of the public droves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She 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 love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moons and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

纪念戴安娜诗歌[英文]：

http://worldroots.com/gitte/diana.htm

Candle In The Wi