A Rosebud Dies Before it Blooms

         A Rosebud Dies Before it Blooms

She lived her life in vivid colors,
yet all that's left is a jar of ashes
of a life worth more than a million dollars.

She was never ranked among the scholars.
Wearing short skirts and long eye-lashes,
she lived her life in vivid colors.

Her dad sat among the worried fathers
watching innocence emerge in bright party sashes ~
of a life worth more than a million dollars.

She lived her life in vivid colors,
in go-go boots at late night bashes
with soft clingy shirts, no high stiff collars.

Of a life worth more than a million dollars,
she was reckless as a careening car crashes,
keeping ears muffled to mama's hollers.

With eyes now closed to gentlemen callers,
a lonely memory of smoldering ashes
of a life worth more than a million dollars.
She lived her life in vivid colors.

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The Villanelle, a nineteen-line poem with a specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.  The first and third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout, appearing together in the last couplet. 

I've used made use of an onomatopoeia.  Can you find it?