Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others

Leonard Cohen
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others
Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others
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Who could have foretold the heart grows old? It’s an interesting question. It might be said that the heart is like a clock. If you turn it over, you can see that it’s got some cogs inside it. And if you look at them closely, you’ll see that they aren’t moving.

But what if you were to take the clock apart and look at the cogs more closely? You might find that each cog is actually made up of many little things, each of which is also made up of many little things, and so on down to the tiniest parts. The heart works in much the same way. Each part has its own function but together they work as one.

Source: The Energy Of Slaves

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