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Dec 2018
Sing with me
Whether we’re laying in the bed of a hotel room, half past three
Or sitting in a car, well past dark
Listen to our hearts and recite our lovely parts
Hum along to our sacred song as we watch the sun set over the endless horizon
And I’ll beg that you sleepily sing again with me as we watch it rise in the morning
I’ll kiss your sweet lips before the cup of coffee does
And our departing hug will be magic and snug as we say our goodbyes before the morning dew
I’ll hear you whistle along to our tune and I know when you come home you won’t have to sing alone
We are better together- a duet cannot work unless both parts are heard
Sing with me till the sands of time run out
Cast away the doubt that our love won’t sprout wings and take us to distant lands where we may forever walk together, hand in hand
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
(24/F/The Enterprise)   
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