I don't know anyone like the dean.
They called him James Lastname was dean.
He was so young and bold,
he met the darkness, the death god fiend.
Young lives are first to fold.
You must go now, your story must be told.
Sicken me, do me bad,
show me more then they ever had.
Give me love, take my heart,
I promise all my memories i will disregard.
Envy is forever laced with green,
it still captures the essence of dean.
Then there was one who stole the scene.
Her name was marilyn she was his queen.
Black and blue,beat by you,
Can you show me the fake and true?
Holy nights, lost in space,
these legends can never be erased.
I was taken by force,
I was killed with no remorse.
I will still ride my golden horse,
and i will still continue my course.
Shoot me down, get back up,
i will purify all that's corrupt.
fallen from, the highest place,
Dean and Marilyn are still my face.
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This one is catchy! I like how you used James Dean and Marilyn Monrie to illustrate this young and tumultuous love affair. They have become symbols of a melancholic type of eternal youth and beauty, as you said "never to be erased"; and the passion they showed in their short lives is something we all crave in our own.
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