You veered all over with your band
No, you were never safe or bland
Most of us stay in the middle, not you
Some people who with the Devil sup
Retain no sense of badness or wrong
Through each false step and slurred song
Fascinated, we pulled you up
We observed your imperilled innocence
Fire is dangerous, you touched a lot
But your image did not fade or cough
You were a Goddess of kohl and incense
We did not know that your lungs were shot
You teetered to the edge and fell off
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