“You know how to call me, although such a noise now would only confuse the air ...
Neither of us can forget the steps we danced, the words you stretched to call me out of dust ...
Yes I long for you, not just as a leaf for weather or vase for hands ... but with a narrow human longing that makes a man refuse any fields but his own ...
I wait for you at an unexpected place in your journey like the rusted key or the feather you do not pick up. I will never find the faces for all goodbyes I've made ...
Leonard Cohen
Neither of us can forget the steps we danced, the words you stretched to call me out of dust ...
Yes I long for you, not just as a leaf for weather or vase for hands ... but with a narrow human longing that makes a man refuse any fields but his own ...
I wait for you at an unexpected place in your journey like the rusted key or the feather you do not pick up. I will never find the faces for all goodbyes I've made ...
Leonard Cohen
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