FOREVER YOUNG (James Dean)
He was no plaster saint
His granite face
Etched with the pain of his copious talent
A mere slip of a man
He died with no time to be famous.
That came later
FOREVER YOUNG (James Dean)
He was no plaster saint
His granite face
Etched with the pain of his copious talent
A mere slip of a man
He died with no time to be famous.
That came later
