"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud." Paul of Tarsus
The shrine was moved to Central Park
When Ono said she couldn't sleep
From all the noise they made outside,
The wailing and gnashing of teeth.
John was gone but there was Princess Di
Inside The Shrine of the Metal Heap
Captured by the Paparazzi
Because we loved our beauty queen.
They called it Di Expressionism.
And don't we all just love to dream
The songs we sing alone at night
Are heard and loved in London.
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