Max:once,
You won't remember
If you said Hollywood, hers was the face
You'd think of.
Her face on every billboard,
In just a single week she'd get ten
Thousand letters.
Men would offer
Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage
Or a few strands from her hair.
Today
She's half forgotten,
But it's the pictures that got small.
She is the greatest star of all.
Then,
You can't imagine,
The way fans sacrificed themselves
To touch her shadow.
There was
A maharaja
Who hanged himself with one of her
Discarded stockings.
She's immortal,
Caught inside that flickering light
Beam
Is a youth that cannot fade.
Madame's
A living legend;
I've seen so many idols fall
She is the greatest star off all
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