Shine on poet.

One by one the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few

And those who dance begin to dance
And those who weep begin
Welcome, welcome, cries a voice
Let all my guests come in

From "The Guests"
by Leonard Cohen

I want to remind everyone that death cannot pull the curtains down on Cohen.
He is just too important to be forgotten and thats why he wrote all those poems for us and then gave it a voice like no other.

Would anyone have a PDF copy of his poems - Flowers for Hitler?