Please ,call me Norma Jeane .
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Everyone knows me as Marilyn Monroe .I sing ,dance,pose & act .That's just what everyone sees .No one knows my real story ,the real me .Who am I really ? Well ,I'm Norma Jeane. Beyond the makeup and beyond the smile ,I'm just a girl who wishes for the world ,finding someone to love .
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