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So Long, Marianne

Leonard Cohen / Songs of Leonard Cohen (1967)

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Come	over to the window, my little	darling,	I'd like to try to read your	palm.

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	I used to think I was some kind of	Gypsy boy,	Before I let you take me	home.

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		So long, Marianne,	it's time that we began to

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Laugh

and

cry

and

cry

and

laugh a

bout it all a

gain.

Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much.

I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us.

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Michael

We met when we were almost young, deep in the green lilac park.

You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark.

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

solo Harp

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now, Then, why do I feel alone?

I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone.

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Ingbert

For now I need your hidden love, I'm cold as a new razor blade.

You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave.

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Oh, you are really such a pretty one; I see you've gone and changed your name again.

And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain!

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

Laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

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So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Oh your eyes, well I forgot Your eyes; Your body's at home in every sea.

How come you gave away your news to everyone, that you said was a secret for me.

So long, Marianne, it's time that we began to

laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

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