Book of Longing
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If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more
Baby, I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting night and day. I didn’t see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations
It’s four in the morning, the end… I’m writing you now just to see if… New York is cold, but I like wher… There’s music on Clinton Street a… I hear that you’re building your l…
It’s true that all the men you kne… who said they were through with de… Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It’s hard to hold the hand of anyo…
I can’t make the hills The system is shot I’m living on pills For which I thank G-d I followed the course
One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night i…
It’s coming through a hole in the… from those nights in Tiananmen Sq… It’s coming from the feel that this ain’t exactly real, or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly…
I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can’t seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much.
And who by fire, who by water, who in the sunshine, who in the ni… who by high ordeal, who by common… who in your merry merry month of m… who by very slow decay,
Poetry is just the evidence of lif…
I remember you well in the Chelse… you were talking so brave and so s… giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the s… Those were the reasons and that wa…
Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein, and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always w… Your beauty lost to you yourself
I pray for courage Now I’m old To greet the sickness And the cold I pray for courage
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what
I loved you in the morning, our ki… your hair upon the pillow like a s… yes, many loved before us, I know… in city and in forest they smiled… but now it’s come to distances and…