As singers, we're always taught to sing forward and place everything in the front of our resonating chambers. Donna Summer always sang… — LaChanze Copy Share Image
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
