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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ~* W+ K) o/ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 e' u w# s) ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) g+ N8 \5 U0 S3 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : ]4 q- Y& h! q: }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! ^* H& R7 r1 N# N# G
How you suffered for you sanity, ! _; A0 D$ b, W! F$ m$ \1 `& a
How you tried to set them free, $ A, t4 M J. D7 Q% P! k, o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 N9 ]! G% T: N6 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 o" `+ x7 x/ y4 i! a/ q( f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% {( j+ l/ z6 u2 k4 E6 L9 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 @: I( F, s2 u4 g0 V8 [% SWeathered 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,
f+ ?+ N: U5 g5 H. M2 ?- q6 K6 x% a5 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' y& ]2 _6 X8 h* y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * Y: F6 S2 b8 H$ b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 d5 |: d, T" K% a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' p' s4 O, e: u- [; o/ ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % S0 U3 g' {9 u+ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ^% _8 @# l8 s1 s# `# r3 S' x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ]% ?* ^. B. O5 |' W* _5 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. M& l' o' B( c; n
% Q6 N( ^7 `$ E( Q" ?. ?$ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) y9 G, Q1 W! B8 |. n3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,7 _2 ]5 m w- |! P( w( F9 ?1 q
How you tried to set them free, # j# \3 O1 J" S- p: t) c1 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 g& p; a6 `0 b6 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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