written by Leonard Cohen
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Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
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As she came riding through the dark
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No moon to keep her armour bright
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And no man to get her through this dark, this very smoky night
She said, "I'm tired of the war
I want the kind of work I had before
With a wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite."
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Well, I'm glad to hear, to hear you talk this way You know I've watched you riding almost every single day And there's something in me that just yearns to win Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine "Well then who are you?" she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke "Why I'm, I'm fire," he replied "And I love your solitude and oh how I love your sense of pride."
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"Well then fire, make your body cold I'm going to give you mine to hold," Saying this she climbed inside To be his one, to be his only bride It was deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of our Joan of Arc And high above all of these assembled wedding guests He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress
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It was deep, deep into his fiery heart That he took the dust of our precious Joan of Arc And then she clearly, she clearly understood If, if he was fire, oh she must be wood I saw her wince, I saw her cry Saw the glory in her eye Myself I long, I long for love and light But must it come so cruel and must it, must it be so very bright?
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