Enshrouded in twilight proverbial mourn
In shock and pomp and circumstance
No way reaching her twilight in years
In place of the corporeal was instead a legend
In the generations to abide her aura
An aire of mystery would in play
Feed the avid fanship for what could have been
Fore what remains of her still,
A projection (twenty four frames a second)
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