Lady of the Limelight
Infringement was everywhere.
Her time was not that of her own.
The media were always there.
Why would they not let her alone?
A happy life, for her was not to be.
That fairy-tale romance that did not last,
Instead, All she had, Was misery.
Trespassing on her every move, and past.
As the summer went, so did she.
Bounty hunters flashing cameras descends
Blundering, as they would not let her be.
A chase in Paris, Crash! Diana's life ends.
Now; the world in shock, Mourn Sweet Di,
Their lost cannot be replaces.
All and everyone asked, Why Oh Why.
What really happen, to our Princess Di?
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