Walk along the carpet of red,
Into a grand theatre.
Lights flashing everywhere,
Frenzied photographers scrambling for photos.
Sit in a plush, theatre seat,
Wearing something borrowed.
Step onto the stage when they call your name,
Holding that golden statue in your hands.
Thank those that got you here,
With gratitude in your eyes.
It’s always a night to remember,
For we all dream in gold.
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