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9 w& V& i9 l5 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) O3 ]$ M; G3 a- A qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# q+ M( h& u2 F3 q# K9 Z0 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {! p. v. b: c* J: Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 N" [) e% `+ WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
H9 W( W1 d3 c- JHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 g1 W V0 d3 [: F- u! ]: t [' J4 wHow you tried to set them free,
* l8 V) w" r# g8 q+ ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 N+ ~) F2 M4 ^ Z6 f: [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ?; G* u/ z; q, q B8 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 O/ } x! m/ P- W: |; O D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # x/ r7 Z4 V; W, r Q$ f8 u. b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * {9 U8 `( L; A( s: D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, f5 I! G% h1 @( J' z5 {5 J! qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * p! G2 n4 n$ c; \. U& F+ f$ K5 M/ n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 s' L9 }8 `+ ]& C; n d; TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' M: n% ?1 z# a3 k, J3 Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. v; W( j9 d C5 m) nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: J6 m$ X% j) r: f9 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ?; j \, I& PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; k3 m' D. X) P7 t1 y% GHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 q4 |. q9 q1 u1 L+ eHow you tried to set them free, + R1 T- `7 h2 H( p# ]- Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( m) j7 C# T0 r+ t, I) ]9 ?! I
Perhaps they never will. |
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