To: Lost1 who wrote (2270 ) 1/19/2002 8:11:45 PM From: HG Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 3937 Love Itself is a different download I got.... I am playing it now....it seems to have different music...and the opening lines are.... "The light came thru the window Sraight from the sun above..." - Love Inside EDIT : Love Itself is a different song for me ! There's real audio clips on this website...leonardcohenfiles.com BUT THE CD IS SOOOOOOOOO DAMN BEAUTIFUL ! EDIT EDIT : Love Itself is based on this poem : The song Love Itself on Ten New Songs is based on this poem.leonardcohenfiles.com The light came through the window now 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, the dust the Nameless makes to speak a Name for one like me. And all mixed up with sunlight now the flecks did float and dance and I was tumbled up with them in formless circumstance. I'll try to say a little more: this Love went on and on until it reached an open door - Then Love itself was gone. The self-same moment words were seen from every window frame, but there was nothing left between the Nameless and the Name. - - - The song lyrics leonardcohenfiles.com 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.