Leonard Cohen (RIP)

What a great season to die dear Lenny,
Before the frost, and leaves reddish many,
Like old times in that Chelsea hotel with Janis,
Giving you head, she is loaded with cannabis,
You thought you were a gypsy boy with Marianne,
And Suzanne was your dark lady, you her dark man,
You once took Manhattan, were a bird on a wire too,
Then Hallelujah reminded all, you were always a Jew,
No Lenny, you fooled no-one, and now from above,
You shall be watching us all dancing you to the end of love,
xxx

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