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“Collective grief can bring extraordinary change, a kind of conversion of the spirit, and with it a great opportunity. We can seize this opportunity, or we can squander it and let it pass us by. I hope it is the former. I feel there is a readiness for that, despite what we are let to believe. I have hope that, in time, we can come together, even though, right now, we could not be further apart.”

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Nick Cave

Nick Cave, born on September 22, 1957, is an Australian musician, singer, and songwriter. His musical career began in the 1970s, known for his distinctive voice and profound lyrics. Cave's musical style is versatile, spanning from rock to folk and gothic rock. His work often delves into themes of humanity, religion, and death. more

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