Ode to a Tragic Young Superstar

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She is an icon

She swings back and forth

She dances, smooth and cool

And the audience roars

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She is a princess

She sings, oh so pretty

She twists her hand lightly

And all are captivated

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She is an earth angel

She plays and laughs sweetly

She makes words taste like candy

And her peers are lured in

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She dances drunk

Lightly, she whispers

Soft

She twirls off balance

And falls

She is an icon

A diva on the edge