And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shouldermy mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.
Leonard CohenAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: canadian
- Born: September 21, 1934
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