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May 3
You were mine
You were my words and my thoughts
The whisper in my ear
Singing to me a song only I was blessed enough to hear
But the melody faded,
Dissipated into nothing but a hum
Now I dully strain to make the song remain
Yet it has grown so quiet
That when I try, all I hear is rain
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  19/F/The Enterprise
(19/F/The Enterprise)   
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