Unlike her contemporaries, when she sang of love it was about suffering and frustration, illusion and disillusion; wretched, profound, endless questioning.
A beautiful, melancholic melody is what best transcends the pain.
Love is a remarkable force, even if its price is perpetual torment... But without that torment, I would not have written a single lyric.
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