Fame

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The screams and shouts, no longer loud

The colors aren't as bright

All her makeup has worn off

She is done for the night

Her clothes lie in her wardrobe

As they gather dust

All the memories fade away

The pictures lay untouched

The cashmere scarf, the leather gloves

The dress with the pearl button

It's over now, there is no more

Her name had been forgotten

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