The better the singer’s voice, the harder it is to believe what they’re saying, so I used my faults to an advantage.
“Patience! coy singers of the Delphic wood, The brightest sun tempts forth the viper brood; And, of all insects buds and blooms enclose, The one that stinks the most infests the rose.”
Walter Savage Landor | “To Poets”
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