I never knew the hold
Of a magic legend told
Of the sound of applause you heard.
I thought I’d never sing
To the ghost of a legendary thing
‘til I heard the word
Song of Sarah, song of Sarah, song of Sarah.
I can’t believe the story
Of a magic inventory
A body of work unforgotten.
I can’t conceive a life
In all of histories strife
That sang unforgotten
Song of Sarah, song of Sarah, song of Sarah.
The flicker held your face
And time has stood still
If time hasn’t wearied you,
Eternity will…
There is no real memory
No real hard on proof
Of the life you lead in another time
The silver screen beckoned
A brief stint I reckoned
A star on the boulevard line
Song of Sarah, song of Sarah, song of Sarah.
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