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The Window - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of anoint
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The new jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns
Oh chosen love oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letters death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
Oh chosen love oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
Gentle this soul
