Remembering Leonard Cohen's burning violin.

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Remembering Leonard Cohen's burning violin.
[D. M. tt E. o L.]
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Stoke the hearth with floorboards and all the extra chairs
Dance me through the panic until I’m gathered safely in
Find me moving song trails on the empty center wind
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Who’s the dancer, and who’s the singer of this song?
Dance me to the end of love
[D. M. tt E. o L.]
O let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
O let the lights remain in the absence of your eyes
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
A lily of the valley, says the Book of ancient lines
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Beneath the waves are holy scary fish with golden fins
Dance me to the end of love
[D. M. tt E. o L.]
Dance me to the wedding now; dance me on and on
Each day a ceremony ties us to the Race
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
Let the fetters keep us for I cannot think to swim
We’re both of us beneath our love; we’re both of us above
We hold sand and water; we hold each other strong
Dance me to the end of love
[D. M. tt E. o L.]
Dance me to the children, who are asking to be born
Sing the pronouns heavy for the hope of someday soon
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Shuffling feet in slippers in the halls of senior homes
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Strike a post in marble; the stairs are backwards long
Dance me to the end of love
[D. M. tt E. o L.]
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Stoke the hearth with table legs and the very walls
Dance me through the panic until I’m gathered safely in
Find me roaming song lines for that empty center wind
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
[D. M. tt E. o L.]
[D. M. tt E. o L.]