I love Leonard Cohen when he’s singing his own songs
None I have been listening to have ever been too long
I love that hawk like nose and those mild sardonic eyes
Let me love you Leonard, for without you I might die.
I write these extra verses though your song is almost done
And I’m far too arthritic for the dance of Babylon
I want to keep your music playing to the very end
The gravel and the poetry make a perfect blend.
Let me hear you singing when I cross the final bar
You are,you are,you are,you are,you are my gleaming star.
Yes,you are
.In the order of the ways we have to take our chance
We will never ever know our cognitive dissonance
