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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ G Z2 I( {0 W: d K3 O E) }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 u) u4 N) N2 j+ p6 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' T t* f% a. [8 Q3 h( {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) A! ~- p9 N$ e( H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' m6 M" u) o( y( `' A3 j2 j yHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 K; G, K& x9 ]1 A6 n6 j. g6 \
How you tried to set them free, 1 B9 r" W! W% I5 l( h) r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ M' L+ r" p5 ]% }) z; RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 h7 r1 z8 }4 I. WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 o$ a0 p& o" m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ }/ R- q) X9 [ z3 ^$ EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' y4 O6 Z& b6 n( c$ R0 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 R q% F3 F* W; M, Y( ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: |; a1 Q& h2 ~+ L+ I8 K7 b' ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / g- K7 Q3 s7 p8 T* d% J
But I could have told you, Vincent, " ]: M3 v* L9 o! I: Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; W* F; F" J5 ` [" v2 ]% HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 w4 c0 P' E |4 v: E$ E5 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + F$ i; }' w# p* h A0 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ M* I9 d1 s6 z& T- W+ l% \& _- B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & A: s& x7 W5 P t. ]- T* Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ q0 @ a+ K! Z/ m1 T" A4 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
% m: N; k9 @9 C/ F' t1 V+ K& r. N$ f1 \How you tried to set them free, 7 @2 C4 k/ b7 `% G, G9 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 A/ a7 ?* H7 o4 g ~, rPerhaps they never will. |
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