RIP Leonard Cohen
The birds they sang at the break of day.
Start again, I heard them say.
Don't dwell on what has passed away,
Or what is yet to be.
Ring the bells that still ca...n ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.
Start again, I heard them say.
Don't dwell on what has passed away,
Or what is yet to be.
Ring the bells that still ca...n ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.

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