Aesthetic Fatigue
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hazy nostalgia, faded words, the little things
I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.
by
Leonard Cohen
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