backAuthor: Leonard Cohen Title: The Favorite Game Publisher: The Viking Press Page #:217-218 "Take me home again. Build up my house again. Make me a dweller in thee. Take my pain I can't use it any longer. It makes nothing beautiful. It makes the leaves into cinders. It makes the water foul. It makes your body into a stone. Holy life. Let me lead it. I don't want to hate. Let me flourish. Let the dream of you flourish in me. Brother, give me your new car. I want to ride to my love. In return I offer you this wheelchair. Brother, give me all your money, I want to buy everything my love wants. In return I offer you blindness so you may live the rest of your days in absolute control over everyone. Brother, give me your wife. It is she whom I love. In return I have commanded all the whores of the city to give you infinite credit. Thou help me to work. All the works of my hand belong to you. Do not let me make my offering so paltry. Do not make me insane. Do not let me descend raving your name. I have no taste for flesh but my own. Lead me away from safety. There is no safety where I am. How shall I dedicate my days to thee? Now I have finally said it. How shall I dedicate my days to thee?" ------------------------------------------------------------- ³Itıs hard to hold the hand of any man who is reaching toward the sky just to surrender.² --Leonard Cohen
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