Oh golden Nigel I do covet thee,
That Oscar night you set me free.
Remember the days we all night spooned
Our minds embraced Our hearts in tune
Your glimmering plaque, whose names now faded,
Proud Oscateer's domain invaded.
Red carpet memories once more alive,
Our love rekindled, allowed to thrive
Alone at last is our time uncertain?
Every moment preparing for our last curtain
Prepare the feast and prepare the pyre
Oh golden Nigel, my soul expires
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