Quote by Nana Mouskouri

One of the most wonderful memories in my life was when I sang at the Opera House in Sydney. I will never forget that. It is one of the most beautiful Houses I have ever sung in my life.


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The quote reflects the author's profound appreciation for a significant personal achievement. The memory of singing at the Opera House in Sydney holds great sentimental value and admiration. The author emphasizes the sheer beauty and grandeur of the venue, suggesting that the experience surpassed their expectations and left an indelible mark on their life. This succinct explanation captures the lasting impact of a cherished moment in the author's life.

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By Nana Mouskouri
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