How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
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How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?
LEONARD COHENShe was made of flesh and eyelashes.
LEONARD COHENI don’t want to be a star, merely dying.
LEONARD COHENI’m old and the mirrors don’t lie.
LEONARD COHENIt doesn’t matter how anything happens.
LEONARD COHENHe knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.
LEONARD COHENHere’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.
LEONARD COHENYou go your way I’ll go your way too.
LEONARD COHENGarages, barns, and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.
LEONARD COHENMy interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.
LEONARD COHENIt’s time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.
LEONARD COHENIt is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.
LEONARD COHENThe older I get, the surer I am that I’m not running the show.
LEONARD COHENI am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me.
LEONARD COHENPoetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
LEONARD COHENYou live your life as if it’s real, a thousand kisses deep.
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