<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=84525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Take This Waltz</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in vienna theres ten pretty women<br>Theres a shoulder where death comes to cry<br>Theres a lobby with nine hundred windows<br>Theres a tree where the doves go to die<br>Theres a piece that was torn from the morning<br>And it hangs in the gallery of frost<br>Ay, ay, ay, ay<br>Take this waltz, take this waltz<br>Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws<br>Oh I want you, I want you, I want you<br>On a chair with a dead magazine<br>In the cave at the tip of the lily<br>In some hallways where loves never been<br>On a bed where the moon has been sweating<br>In a cry filled with footsteps and sand<br>Ay, ay, ay, ay<br>Take this waltz, take this waltz<br>Take its broken waist in your hand<br>This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz<br>With its very own breath of brandy and death<br>Dragging its tail in the sea<br>Theres a concert hall in vienna<br>Where your mouth had a thousand reviews<br>Theres a bar where the boys have stopped talking<br>Theyve been sentenced to death by the blues<br>Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture<br>With a garland of freshly cut tears? <br>Ay, ay, ay, ay<br>Take this waltz, take this waltz<br>Take this waltz its been dying for years<br>Theres an attic where children are playing<br>Where Ive got to lie down with you soon<br>In a dream of hungarian lanterns<br>In the mist of some sweet afternoon<br>And Ill see what youve chained to your sorrow<br>All your sheep and your lilies of snow<br>Ay, ay, ay, ay<br>Take this waltz, take this waltz<br>With its Ill never forget you, you know!<br>This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...<br>And Ill dance with you in vienna<br>Ill be wearing a rivers disguise<br>The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,<br>My mouth on the dew of your thighs<br>And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbook,<br>With the photographs there, and the moss<br>And Ill yield to the flood of your beauty<br>My cheap violin and my cross<br>And youll carry me down on your dancing<br>To the pools that you lift on your wrist<br>Oh my love, oh my love<br>Take this waltz, take this waltz<br>Its yours now. its all that there is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Leonard Cohen - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=84525" data-title="Take This Waltz" data-description="Now in vienna theres ten pretty women Theres a shoulder where death comes to cry Theres a lobby with nine hundred windows Theres a tree where the doves go to die Theres a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the gallery of frost Ay..."></div> </div> </div>

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