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