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PJ Harvey
Kick it to the ground
Look at what I've found
A flower on his grave
Kick it to the ground
I've got no soul to save
Nature dealt me raw
Planted me with hate
Took my only love
To an early grave
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The true test, after all, is to be like everyone else. Once that happens, he no longer has to question his singularity. He is free—not only of others, but of himself.
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