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“I think when somebody lives in your head and in your heart for a long time, you carry them around when their body is gone.”

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Bob Weir
Bob Weir

Bob Weir, born on October 16, 1947, is an American singer-songwriter. He is a founding member of the iconic rock band Grateful Dead, known for his distinctive guitar playing and heartfelt singing. Weir's musical style blends folk, rock, and blues elements, leaving a profound impact on music history. more

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