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“Why don't you try to do without him, why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own.”

Quote by Leonard Cohen

Book:Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs

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Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs

This book is a compilation of works that delve into the complexities of human emotions and experiences, particularly focusing on the feeling of being an outsider in the world. more

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Leonard Cohen, a renowned Canadian singer-songwriter, is celebrated for his profound lyrics and distinctive voice. His musical career spanned over half a century, encompassing a variety of styles from folk to rock and jazz. Cohen's music and poetry have been beloved by fans worldwide, and he is regarded as one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century. more

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