Leonard Cohen World Tour 2008

If it be your will

That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.

Emily Dickinson

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Πλάτωνος

Μήλον εγώ· βάλλει με φιλών σέ τις. Αλλ' επίνευσον,

Ξανθίππη· καγώ και συ μαραινόμεθα.