Leonard Cohen at home

The last poet, at the Closing Time.

the poet, Going Home.

In my Secret Life, should I ever dreamt of seeing Mr. Cohen, and in his hometown?

But, please, I said to myself, Take this Waltz.

An Anthem, a Tower of Song,

that was what was going on, in the Darkness.

White nights

The ground is white,
the sky is white.
Give me back
the darkest nights.

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