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Laura Marling
Laura Marling

Laura Marling is a British indie folk singer and songwriter, born on February 1, 1990. She is known for her unique musical style that blends folk, country, and indie rock elements, as well as her distinctive voice and emotive lyrics. Marling has quickly made a name for herself in the music industry, winning numerous awards and gaining the admiration of fans worldwide. more

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