Letras:Leonard Cohen. Love Itself.

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The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

I?ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door ?
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I?ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door ?
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

Then I came back from where I?d been.
My room, it looked the same ?
But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I?ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door ?
Then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.
Love Itself was gone.