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The stars turn their noble stories,
turn their heroes upside down;
the moon, obsessed calm moth
pursues its private candle past the down---
All these marvels happen
while I keep silent on my love
and say nothing for her beauty.
How can I bear the gulls perfect orbit
round and round the hidden fish,
how can I watch the fled sun
seize and harden the ridge of rocks?
In this glory I am innocent!
I am empty of command!
I live in the world!
Distant face, like an icon's
disciplined to tenderness,
my silence is for you
Emptiness creates the field
where innocent as dogs
we clash for the complete embrace.
Autor(es): Leonard Cohen
