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AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR
On the dark green hill, So my body leaves no scar On you, nor ever will. When wind and hawk encounter, What remains to keep? So you and I encounter, Then turn, then fall to sleep. As many nights endure, without a moon or star. So will we endure, when one is gone and far.
(Leonard Cohen)
http://www.amazon.it/Book-Longing-Leonard-Cohen/dp/006112561X
