When I was
Addicted
To Eurovision
She would be
The most beautiful
Presenter
I built her a stage
Appropriate for the Graceful
Entrance
She would make
A sanctuary of all
The tender goodness
In the world
She did not come
To this theatre
Yet I find her here
In my soul
In memories of her son
On this stage
And Bohemian Rhapsody
Sung Live
Awakens memories
Of an innocent Winter
A happy Spring
And a Summer filled
With sorrow
A long delayed Autumn
And a recovery
Of sorts
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