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Tonight the oppari singer didn't just stop singing when she was asked to. She wept as she stopped. She wept like it mattered -- and it did matter. We were in a home with a small baby and no death in sight. Only poetry. And yet she wept as she took her seat. Somebody took her in their arms and...
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