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They lived for art and love and died quite young
He painted abstracts and she tried to dance
A friend wrote all about them in a song.

Torn splattered pictures that did not belong
to any school – some thought them an advance
They lived for art and love and died quite young

She moved in beauty but her steps were wrong.
No choreographer would take the chance
A friend wrote all about them in a song

In passing, he wrote poems that are among
the best we have – you'd know them at a glance
They lived for art and love and died quite young

Her witty memoirs some think over-long
but value for their air of sad romance
A friend wrote all about them in a song

Their work has lived. Their lives did not belong
among us. And their memory enchants.
They lived for art and love and died quite young
A friend wrote all about them in a song.
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People forget the witty things you said
Your books will be remaindered by and bye
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead.

Your heavy coffin will be lined with lead
The mourners sip cold tea. Your girl will cry,
People forget the witty things you said.

But soon she'll put off black and put on red
She'll talk of you sometimes, and maybe sigh.
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead.

She'll take another lover to her bed
Who'll see her weep sometimes and not know why
People forget the witty things you said

You'll be remembered by the portrait head
she draws. She always had an artist's eye.
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead

Your art's remembered since it's hers it fed
She'll think of you when it's her turn to die
People forget the witty things you said
Your hair won't go on growing when you're dead.
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Because people asked me for one. And it is to be hoped that they will not do so again.

We were all young and never thought to die
And some of us are gone, the rest are old
We laughed so much, who now are forced to cry

In darkened rooms we made love on the sly
Are now imprisoned by the lies we told
We were all young and never thought to die

No pleasures that we were afraid to try
No shiny things that we could not be sold
We laughed so much, who now are forced to cry

All of our hopes turned out to be a lie
or worse were true, and were betrayed for gold
We were all young and never thought to die

Our lives are laid waste; we are forced to sigh
and huddle with each other in the cold
We laughed so much, who now are forced to cry

The sins were ours. No need to question why
We're punished. And no hope we'll be consoled.
We were all young and never thought to die
We laughed so much, who now are forced to cry
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