Lady Diana
The press held her hostage each and every day.
No matter what Diana tried to do,
the paparazzi would block her way.
Once a princess of England,
she never felt real love.
And now that she had found it,
her life took like a dove.
Far away from the media and
all of their intrusive ways.
Where Lady Diana will be at peace,
for all of her infinitive days.
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