Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others — Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
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Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others

— Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
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