Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed
I stand in ruins behind you
With your winter clothes, your broken sandal strap
Take this longing from my tongue
And all the useless things these hands have done
Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do for one you loved.
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Love Leonard Cohen.
Many men have loved the belt
You fastened to the ring
And anyone who has wanted you
They have found what they will
Always want again
(hum me a few bars and I might remember the tune :)
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i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.