Come over to the window, my little darling,
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I'd like to try to read your palm.
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I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
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before I let you take me home.
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Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
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to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.
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Well you know that I love to live with you,
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but you make me forget so very much.
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I forget to pray for the angels
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and then the angels forget to pray for us.
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Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
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We met when we were almost young
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deep in the green lilac park.
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You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
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as we went kneeling through the dark.
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Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
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Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
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Then why do I feel alone?
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I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
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is fastening my ankle to a stone.
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Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
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For now I need your hidden love.
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I'm cold as a new razor blade.
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You left when I told you I was curious,
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I never said that I was brave.
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Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
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Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
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I see you've gone and changed your name again.
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And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
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to wash my eyelids in the rain!
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Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
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So Long, Marianne
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Leonard Cohen |