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A chest torn open by words and a few fingers on a touched instrument, to offer, once more, its last worn-out portion of life. Thank you for the dance, sister Death.
A chest torn open by words and a few fingers on a touched instrument, to offer, once more, its last worn-out portion of life.
Thank you for the dance, sister Death.
Dive into Leonard Cohen's evocative farewell—listen to 'Thanks for the Dance' and experience poetic melancholy like never before.
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