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"The music gets into your blood. Just a voice. Just a guitar. An endless lament, an Indian melody, a loud wagon of Spanish gypsies." "The music resumes, bringing Bob Dylan to mind; the second song of 'Blood On The Tracks' to be precise, you think of your father, and you start to cry."
"The music gets into your blood. Just a voice. Just a guitar. An endless lament, an Indian melody, a loud wagon of Spanish gypsies."
"The music resumes, bringing Bob Dylan to mind; the second song of 'Blood On The Tracks' to be precise, you think of your father, and you start to cry."
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