Inatt blir det Leonard Cohen för hela slanten:
Suddenly the night has grown colder
the god of love preparing to depart
alexandra hoisted on his shoulder
they slip between the sentries of the heart
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme.
And when the hunger for your touch
Rises from the hunger,
You whisper, "You have loved enough,
Now let me be the Lover."
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