The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at. — Horace
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at. — Horace
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at. — Horace
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at. — Horace
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at. — Horace
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The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

— Horace
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