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The Passing

I saw Jesus on the cross on a hill called Calvary"Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?"He said, "Talk of love not hate, things to do - it's getting late.I've so little time and I'm only passing through." - Passing Through, Leonard Cohen

Black shirt on a boy is a father of your son
Woman in toes wears a nurse is you are
Feet and steps and miracles distance you apart
Then collonades block view I see you hold not
Hands are different hands are apart
Him in the shirt black him in the party last
Him with the face, him bypass me by a store
We passed each other by, we the we slept together
line users, we the ones who you are who made a piss
While I cover you from the moon where you are
reject my saying that this kiss is cause
you showed a sign I should make a kiss
and you in the tent I make an arm as a pillow
and riots of nights come back to us for storm
And whether this might not be there anymore
I see you front gate and enter glass
I see that you’re not held hands as we were, still


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