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Warn your friends: I’m no good.
Turn away if I start to move my lips,
Don’t let the words come out.
Warn your sister not to smoke
Or to laugh when she lights her cigarettes.
Don’t let the smoke get in.
She goes back & forth
Across the street, buys a match,

L. Cohen-

It’s Four in the morning, end of December. I’m writing to tell you I’m better.
New York is cold. Do you like where you’re living? There’s music on Clinton St. all through the evening. Did you hear I’m building my little house in the desert? I’m living for nothing now. This is my record.
Well, when Jane came by with a lock of my hair, did she tell you I gave it to her the night when I tried to get clear? …I never got clear.
The last time I saw you, I felt so much older. My favorite blue raincoat, you ripped at the shoulder. I’d been to the station to meet every train but I came back without Lili Marlene and I offered your woman a piece of my life but when she returned she was nobody’s wife.
Well, you see me there with a rose in my teeth? One more thin gypsy thief. If Jane is asleep, don’t send my regards…

Your love is a pawnshop
And everything in it is used:
A faded magazine rack, a worn pair of shoes,
A leather valise,
A bag of old, beaten blues
And that dress…
I bet it looks nice on you.
Let’s go for a dance in the back.