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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.