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He molests it. He squeezes it, forcing it to purge every residue of its soul. Restless but not confused, of someone who doesn’t know where he will end up but knows which direction to go.
He molests it. He squeezes it, forcing it to purge every residue of its soul.
Restless but not confused, of someone who doesn’t know where he will end up but knows which direction to go.
Listen to Neil Young's Harvest and experience a timeless journey through soulful guitar and heartfelt lyrics.
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