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MAX: |
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Once, you won't remember |
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If you said Hollywood, |
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hers was the face you'd think of |
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Her face on every billboard |
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In just a single week, |
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she's get ten thousand letters |
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Men would offer |
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Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage |
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Or a few strands of her hair |
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Today, she's half-forgotten |
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But it's the pictures that got small |
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She is the greatest star of all |
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Then, you can't imagine |
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How fans would sacrifice themselves to touch her shadow |
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There was a maharajah |
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Who hanged himself with one of her discarded stockings |
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She's immortal |
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Caught inside that flickering light beam |
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Is a youth which cannot fade |
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Madame's a living legend; |
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I've seen so many idols fall |
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She is the greatest star of all |
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JOE: |
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When he'd gone, |
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I stook looking out the window for a while. |
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There was the ghost of a tennis court with faded markings and a sagging net. |
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There was an empty pool where Clara Bows |
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and Fatty Arbuckle must have swum 10,000 midnights ago. |
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And then there was something else: |
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the chimp's last rites, as if she were laying |
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a child to rest. |
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Was her life really as empty as that? |
