One by one the guests arive / the guests are coming through
The open hearted many, the broken hearted few.
But no one knows where this night is going
No one knows why the wine is flowing.
Those who dance begin to dance
those who weep begin.
"welcome" cries a voice,
"let all my guests come in"
and all go stumbling through that hose
in urgency saying "reveal yourself, why hast thou forsaken me?"
No one knows where the night is going. (Leonard Cohen ..."The Guests)
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