And once more, I come back to you.. Leonard Cohen, take a bow, sir!


Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older 
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder...

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer 
What can I possibly say?...

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair 
She said that you gave it to her 
That night that you planned to go clear...

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