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The Letters
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now youve got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
Youre reading them again,
The ones you didnt burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said thered been a flood.
I said theres nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one whos coming next.
song
performed by
Leonard Cohen
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