Marilyn can't sing

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Marilyn can't sing so she merely looks on 
At opera singers in middle of symphony 
She has already gulped down 
her voice, twice over 
And she chokes at her inability. 
The lower E and higher E 
Starve for her misery. 
Marilyn can't sing so she tries
To compensate with her beauty 
Dropping her eyelids to form 
Better eyes, curling her lips 
to smile pleasantly. 
But when she opens her mouth she 
stutters, for not a melodic note she can utter 
So she watches her dreams 
Sound in the air 
Silently. 

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