Diva is she,
the reason, the purpose,
the high note of choir!
Diva's the Miss wrapped up in purple
like altars in purple are wrapped up for Lent,
Diva's the stage and the stage she is set.
The stage is bejeweled, entombed in a box.
The box is slid into a chariot hearse,
the actors so scripted, the actors rehearsed.
No further delay, let us commence.
First, there was Grammy, then baptismal submergence,
baptismal submergence unto her death.
As for the eulogies delivered this mourn,
they were the best, the best of the worst;
the tears and the sobbing, the actors rehearsed.
Who shall remember
a hundred years hence?
I'll love you forever,in peace may you rest.
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