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Mar 2015
The months were passing
As my doubts growing
Higher and higher.
I was thinking that
She was just a summer fling,
That we were just mad
At each other,
That we will eventually
Get back together.

Anyway,
My doubts carried on
Until the merry merry day
I saw my grandmother's ring
Around her finger.
And I knew we were pretty much over.


F.Z.**N
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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     ---, Cellar D'or, Eleanor K and Eleanor Rigby
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