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“The beauty of God is in the wind, in the movement of the ocean, it is in the eyes of a woman gazing at her lover, pouring the deep red wine of love from her eyes like two crystal cups. There is a God who dances and who loves and who longs to sing of love...And I mean that God is music; all inclusive, benevolent and life-affirming, unashamed human emotion.”

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Jeff Buckley was an American singer-songwriter known for his distinctive voice and emotional performances. His musical style combined elements of folk, rock, and jazz, winning him a dedicated fan base. Unfortunately, he passed away at the age of 30 in 1997 due to drowning. more

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