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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 w* o6 ^- k' u& o) ]$ i( X+ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! i5 M& y/ w, k. w4 c& O+ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ E! ?! n$ n0 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : ^' Q( F! [2 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ b2 u% b- ~( U* {+ IHow you suffered for you sanity,
& S6 X+ C/ K, `; y# @; oHow you tried to set them free,
* B. [# x. r: n5 G8 w) C% K$ Q- VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# W _; O _" O/ n. \8 k9 H3 n7 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; [* f" H2 O3 _; z8 x: @% Z) iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 }9 \ R: s( o" ?3 ?: FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . ]/ Y" |9 f, q$ f, `5 `1 j- r1 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 A$ r- k0 c' S, KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " }% Y4 n# L0 O3 C2 @5 T1 L! a$ x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : B/ S3 ^2 \) M" l8 l! H6 g9 n, n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 W4 E- J+ T. q) w: y9 ?7 y' x: f5 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# i, N I5 E/ }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 k3 S& X" c2 Y" MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 V* B# K+ ~% r4 o- V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . F* M2 R! S5 t4 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 j# o4 T1 U- @! F7 L |) E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & w5 h: z6 J9 B" C3 E3 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * c6 P: i3 J @# p: a
How you suffered for you sanity,# q! _0 g: O; z: U U% p9 V
How you tried to set them free, . G( K7 m" O8 C! Y7 _5 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 o6 D9 f. p% v7 h0 r! ]0 q; Y4 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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