"O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb."

Leonard Cohen, “Stories of the Street” (via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)

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