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Cohen Leonard Songs Of Love And Hate

conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold The cripple here that you clothe and

the lions and Christians fight And there are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes upon the vine And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore And

And you held her in the shadows Where the raspberries grow wild And you climbed the twilight mountains And you sang about the view And everywhere that you wandered Love

my altar and I hoist my Axe again And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began When Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man And

was just a child, and you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild. And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view, and

. Yes, and here, right here between the moonlight and the lane, between the tunnel and the train, between the victim and his stain, once again, once again, love

another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely

was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And

and you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild. And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view, and everywhere that you wandered love